Cassandra Moton – Children’s Programming Pastor
For the last several months I’ve been sick. The sickest I’ve ever been in my life.
It all started very early in May and up until a few days ago this week, in August, I was still fighting the last of it. It took every bit of energy to get out of bed. And if I didn’t have to get up – I simply didn’t. I slept every moment I could. One day, while I was half awake and half asleep on our sofa in front of the TV, Taylynn (my 7th grade daughter) was watching Planet Earth. I woke up to a scene of wolves circling around their dinner – a bison. I quickly put on my glasses to get a clearer picture of what was happening. As the narrator calmly explained, the wolves were looking for the weakest bison to take down. And they did. In the quickest moment dinner was served. It was over.
And at that moment I realized I could feel the wolves circling me.
I was weak. Not just physically, though that was completely true. But I was weak spiritually. My wolves had names too. Pride. Worry. Doubt. Fear. Something in my weakness had attracted these wolves back into my life without me even realizing what had happened. I thought I had fought these wolves before and won the battle. I may have had a few scars and bruises – but I had come out on top. But here they were again. Looking for the briefest moment for me to put my guard down so they could take a bite into my security. My security in Christ. My security in His love for me. My security in the knowledge that I am his child and was created in His image. My security in every promise He has made to me. Yep. They were all right there, circling me and waiting.
The only weapon I have ever found to fight off wolves in my life is scripture. God’s word. Repeating His promises to me, claiming His promises at the top of my lungs or in the quietness of a prayer. Over and over again, until the wolves are gone.
Yes, I’m feeling better physically as I write this. I feel like my old self again! But, there are still wolves out there. Their names change from season to season, from day to day, in my life. Waiting for that moment of weakness, that moment of hesitation from knowing what is the right thing to do and doing the right thing. Sometimes that smallest of windows, smallest of moments is all the wolf needs to dig his teeth deep in you.
Are you aware of what wolves are circling you? Are they off in the distance, or right at your heel? Or have a few already begun to sink their teeth in you? Wherever you are, you can fight off the wolves. But only with God.
For God, who said, “Let light shine out of darkness,” made his light shine in our hearts to give us the light of the knowledge of God’s glory displayed in the face of Christ. But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us. We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed. 2 Corinthians 4:6
Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you. Be alert and of sober mind. Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour. Resist him, standing firm in the faith, because you know that the family of believers throughout the world is undergoing the same kind of sufferings. And the God of all grace, who called you to his eternal glory in Christ, after you have suffered a little while, will himself restore you and make you strong, firm and steadfast. 1 Peter 5:7-10
Do not let the wolves take away your security in the knowledge and love of Christ.Click here for the photo credit on this post