When my son, Joshua, was young he was quite a handful. (OK. Who am I kidding? He still is:) Anyway. One day, in particular, he was acting more obnoxious than usual and I was fed up! He had gotten in trouble for something and he was crying (he was about 2 1/2 years old). I looked at him, completely irritated, and said "Joshua! Why can't you be good?" His answer, spoken through sobs, was:
"Somebody stole my being good!"
Isn't that hyseterical? Needless to say, I couldn't stay angry with him any longer. He was always trying to get out of stuff and this time.....well, there just wasn't anyone around to blame it on. Oh, except for the 'somebody' who 'stole his being good'. He was quite the fibber back then! Or was he?
What if 'somebody' did steal his being good.
Jesus said in John 10: "The theif comes only to steal, kill, and destroy."
That 'somebody' that my son was referring to, even if neither of us knew it at the time, was Satan and Satan only comes for three reasons. Those three reasons can be reduced to one.....Satan comes to 'steal our being good'. For if he succeeds in that, he will succeed in all.
Oh, how I hate him. He has wreaked havoc in our house. He has tried to steal, kill, and destroy my family. But...........he has way under estimated the Stronghold of the Father's grip! So I only have this to say to him:
Bring it on!
Take your best shot!
You won't win!
You have been defeated!
You can knock me down, but He lifts me up. You can rip my wounds wide open, but He heals them. Every time you throw a punch, He takes the brunt of it, so I am never down for the count and with every jab all you are doing is bringing me closer to Him. Him. The One Who gives life. The One Who truly loves me. The One Who defeated YOU!
What started as a nice happy post took a small turn.
Um. Prozac, anyone?