Before we begin I need to clarify one thing: I’m not whining. This post isn’t about me moaning about my horrible life, which I will be the first to admit, is really quite wonderful. I realize that in the grand scheme of things the following problems are not even problems.
They’re distractions, yes. Irritations, absolutely. But I can think of a billion people who would trade places with me in an instant. I simply present the following stories to you for your entertainment and possible spiritual edification, not because I think I’m a princess and life must be perfect.
Now that we’ve settled that, here– take a look at our pool. Notice anything amiss? Like the color, perhaps? Green pool=bad pool. Our second saltwater chlorinator has decided to take a pooper on us. We’ve had it for a whole seven weeks! I should call the company that manufactures these pathetic items and speak to customer service, but I do not have the emotional strength.
Now let me present this photo which, at first glance, is less than impressive. I apologize. It’s the bumper of Gertie the Minivan. Please notice what appear to be giant scratches, like a giant dragon burst forth out of the pavement and attacked my precious Japanese automotive product. Sadly, what really happened is that I hit a boulder in the pharmacy parking lot. I wish it was a dragon, though. That would have been way cooler.
I was at the pharmacy because Audrey has a massive ear infection today, so painful that she just went back to bed after getting up. She missed an entire day playing with friends, that’s how badly she feels. And Caleb has a sore throat, so we’re going through meds like a cruise ship filled with old people.
These things have moved from minor irritations to major irritations because we’re leaving for North Carolina tomorrow. I’m heading to She Speaks, a conference put on by Proverbs 31 Ministries, one of the largest women’s ministries in the United States. Maybe the largest, I don’t know.
I went two years ago, and let me tell you what happened then. Twelve hours before we needed to drive to Detroit, our car started freaking out. It was fine, then it was throbbing and hesitating and acting possessed out of nowhere. We obviously couldn’t trust it for the two-hour drive to Detroit, so we called a friend who owns an extra car.
Ryan happened to be out with a lady friend at the time, so he said he’d bring it over when they were done with dinner. The evening grew longer and the car hadn’t arrived. I started pacing and staring out the window, wishing Ryan was an old man like the rest of us and he ended dinner at 5:23 like a normal person. Finally we went to bed, not sure if we’d have any car to drive to the airport in the morning. (I don’t remember why, but it seems to me like our second vehicle was in the mechanic’s shop. We couldn’t drive that one, either.)
I woke up at the crack of dawn and ran to the kitchen window, and POOF. The BMW fairy had arrived in the middle of the night just like he’d promised and dropped off his spiffy little SUV for us. The key was sitting on a tire, waiting. We made it to the airport with no problems.
So, I know you’re all wondering what my point is. Here’s my point: Satan is a jerk. I’m not one to thank Jesus every time I find a good parking space and blame the devil every time I crash into a big rock, so take this with the sober voice I deliver it: Satan is a jerk for real. Whether you believe in the concept of spiritual warfare or not, the Bible speaks of it clearly. Whenever a group of God’s people get together to talk about how they can be about God’s business, things are going to get ugly.
But I haven’t found an ugly problem yet that God can’t work around, so I’m going to keep loading up the old people, I mean the children, with meds. I’m going to slash the pool and do a celebration dance right after lunch. And then I’m going to give Gertie a pat and tell her it just gives her character.
Because I don’t have time to get distracted by a jerky old invisible thing. And you don’t, either.
A final word: Be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power. Put on all of God’s armor so that you will be able to stand firm against all strategies of the devil. For we are not fighting against flesh-and-blood enemies, but against evil rulers and authorities of the unseen world, and against mighty powers in this dark world, and against evil spirits in the heavenly places. (Ephesians 6:10-12)