When you get punched in the face
Yesterday, I got punched in the face. Not literally, but spiritually.
Before I go on, I want you to read the post I published just two days ago:
...or at least read my faith declarations in the last section "He is + He can!"
In it, I talked about knowing that God is who He says He is (Almighty God) and He can do all that He says He can do -- transform your life, my life, and the world we live in.
And then, I posted this lovely Insta-story chronicling how God speaks in small whispers even in what seems like "small" parts of our days:
Wow! Go, God, go! You are so good at orchestrating my life! PTL!!!
Less than 5 minutes after I posted that video of encouragement, I was driving home and my car got creamed by a ginormous F-450. I was stunned! How could this happen to me...and now? I just got done posting a video declaring my faith! And I just published a blog post about believing this is a Miracle Week and My Most Productive Work Week yet.
After we met with the police officer and puttered away from the scene on one flat tire -- still stunned -- the song playing in my car was about Jesus' victory. Haha! Not feeling that victorious, but trying to figure out where I can get my flat tire changed, I remembered there was a shop a few blocks up the road called Victory Automotive, a Christian car repair shop. I pulled into the lot, dragged myself to the front counter, and half-crying/half-stunned, asked, "Can someone please change out my flat tire for the spare?"
A kind man agreed to do it and offered me a Pepsi (PTL!) and a place to sit in the waiting room. After they changed the tire, I asked for the price - I mean, who helps for free these days?! - and they refused to let me pay for it. After being punched in the face by the Enemy, this was akin to a frozen pack of peas on my bruised face. They wished me a better day, and I was on my way, their kindness not to be forgotten.
I wanted to go home and ball my eyes out. I wanted to pout, kick and scream, and every mature thing you would expect out of a married, late-twenties woman... But then I recalled a couple of reading materials I've been meditating on lately:
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And this verse:
For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers over this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places. Therefore take up the whole armor of God, that you may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand firm.
I realized what happened. This was not a car wreck. This was a punch. That dirty, rotten scoundrel devil just punched me in the face. He didn't like my faith declarations. He couldn't stand me encouraging other people with my faith. He hated me calling miracles forth in Jesus' name!
I knew what I had to do.
Suck it up, Buttercup!
I prayed a quick prayer, asking God to give me His divine perspective and drive me further into His plan. Not my pity party, but His will. And His will did not change because I was in a car wreck. His will was for this week to be:
- a Miracle week!
- my Most Productive Work Week yet
I prayed another prayer of faith. The Enemy will not deter me. My faith will not tremble at the devil who has already been defeated by My Savior! I will arise in victory in Jesus' name!
Prayers first, then work. I started on a Bible study curriculum project that I've been putting off for a couple of months. It was on my calendar to begin writing it yesterday. So after the wreck, I came home and wrote and wrote. I had a fire burning in me, a holy flame! I made progress on something that would be a strong punch back: using my God-given gifts to create materials that would break spiritual captives free from the Enemy's lies. Haha! God is victorious!
See, I have been "putting off" this project because I was kinda just overwhelmed on where to start. I've never written curriculum before. Who am I to believe I can do something like this?? What degree do I have? What experience do I have? Who qualified me?
To me, the creative process is a giant faith declaration. It's believing that although you're starting with a blank, white page, God is going to endow you with the creativity to create something out of nothing. It's starting a few pen strokes, knowing that you don't have the idea fleshed out enough to finish it. But as you move forward, it comes together. Somebody real smart one time said a remarkable quote. (I can't seem to find the exact quote or to whom to attribute it, but notice the quotations below indicate this is not a Priska original.)
the creative process is the closest you'll ever feel to god, the author of creation.
What's really funny about this whole story is that yesterday morning, I had some extra time so I prayed for my family, friends, and the world for an hour. Look, I'm not holy and I'm not bragging. But God's graced me with this life to be able to do such a thing, and I'm going to take full advantage of it. I have absolutely no guilt that the average person can't afford to do that mid-morning. LOL! I'm walking free of guilt okurrr?!
Back to my point... I prayed for an hour yesterday morning. I was focused. I was ready to tackle some goals. I wasn't sinning. I wasn't texting and driving. I was leaving from helping out a friend and headed to have QT with another friend. These were all good things -- God-ordained things. I could have allowed this distraction of a wreck to tell me that: "See, God isn't protecting you." "See, you pray for other people, and the devil sneaks in a punch." "See, you need to feel guilty over your free schedule and being able to help friends."
Instead, I prayed even bolder. I asked for prayer requests on my Insta this morning. Sorry, but it was for selfish reasons. I needed to punch back. I needed to reiterate my faith and tell the Enemy to go back to where he came from. I needed to slay all day in Jesus' name!
Oh man, I'm just getting started. And I'm thrilled. I wouldn't have been in that wreck if there wasn't some miracles brewing in the heavenly places right now. I can't wait to see what God is going to do with the rest of this week! I'm believing for miracles! I'm believing for my most productive work week yet. I'm putting on the Ephesians 6 armor of God and about to slay!
Who's with me?
Don't let the Enemy steal your faith. Don't allow circumstances to tell you what God is doing, what He's able to do, or who He is. When you get punched in the face, go back to God. Ask for understanding. Go to the Word. Declare it's truth in your life. Then go out and slay!
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