I haven't written on in my blog for awhile because of this stress quite honestly. I couldn't do it. I wasn't flowing out any realizations from the holy spirit that I wanted to remember. Looking back I really just wanted to get through those weeks as I had never felt so overwhelmed and defeated in my life.
As I was living through those times, I was seeking God. I was spending time in his word, spending time in prayer, and still engaging in fellowship with other believers. I knew I was ready for this. 6 months ago when my life changed I knew I would need to prepare for the seasons in my life where I would have earlier ditched out on God and did my own thing. So this overwhelming time for me was a time I saw that I should be clinging to God with everything that I had. And that's exactly what I did.
Somehow though... I was getting defeated.
"Was this really what it's suppose to feel like?" was what I cried out to God every day.
It began to be too much. All of a sudden my test grades that were A's were sliding into B's and I didn't understand it. I was losing control... somehow... when I felt like I had been giving God control over my life.
"How could he do this to me?" I questioned him; yet still clung to him.
Looking for answers in everything that I could. My heart ached for the answers to what was happening in this season of my life.
The most difficult weeks of my life I was crumbling. Barely able to physically take care of myself I still cried out to God for courage to make it through. I was still looking for answers to why. It wasn't until I was in my FCA small group that our leader said that what I was experiencing was not through Christ. It was not through God's doing as a way to discipline me or to "prune" me. It was clearly an attack of Satan and I needed to demand he leave me!
It was then that day that things started to change. Through prayer we called out to God and to Satan and demanded through Christs power to rid me of this battle and for Christ to be my strength. I was not longer a victim of Satan. I was in a battle in which I was armed with the Holy Spirit.
Looking back, that was the day it all changed. I began feeling confident in my abilities as a nurse again and in my ability to really care for my patients. It didn't matter that I had gotten a B on an exam at all. All that mattered was that I was able to competently care for my patients and love them with the Love Christ has shown me countless times.
I was reading off of Leslie Ludy's online magazine called "Set Apart Girl" and came across this today:
- "But as i prayed about the fierce attacks upon my life, God gently opened my eyes to the fact that the hits were not coming form him - they were coming from the enemy of my soul. God did not want me to resign myself to accepting these attacks. Rather, he wanted me to call upon his name and allow Him to come to my rescue. James 4:7 says "Resist the devil and he will flee from you." I hadn't been resisting the enemy's blows because I had assumed they were coming from God - or at least being allowed by God for the purpose of discipline."
- "God was showing me that when the enemy attacked, He didn't want me to accept it. He wanted me to stand up and fight by the power of His spirit."
- "God disciplines us and refines us, but not in a harsh, cruel way. God's ways bring light, not darkness , and life, not death"
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