Hold Fast

Yesterday in church I felt the leading to pray privately for Holy Spirit to be at work in the service. I prayed for a miracle of some sort. Something so obvious all in attendance would recognize it and glorify God. I was concerned when a member suddenly up and left in the middle of the service, having been given the word they were mad about something. I prayed even harder. I do not write of my prayer so as to draw attention to myself. I’m simply relaying how it was. For all I know, others were praying as well.

Our miracle came in the form of a young lady coming forward and confessing Jesus as Lord, repenting, and asking to be baptised. That is miracle enough, but there is more to her story. She comes from a deeply troubled past that includes abuse in all its forms as well as neglect. She and her siblings were rescued from unimaginable conditions and adopted by a loving couple. They moved to our area about a year ago and have been fellowshipping with us. This particular young lady has suffered from severe PTSD and, if I understand correctly, dissociative disorder as a result of her hellish past. She has known multiple personalities that have manifested themselves. In the short time we’ve known her, she has ran away and attempted suicide at least twice that I know. Suffice it to say, she’s had/has a lot of people praying for her. Her actions yesterday were indeed a miracle for which only God Almighty can receive credit and glory!

Yesterday’s events did not end there, however. When such an event happens, the spirit world is affected. We know the angels rejoice when someone comes to Christ. Likewise, evil entities are enraged. I suspect whatever evil spirits harassed this girl were especially angry. As it were, I faced intense spiritual warfare last night. I do not know exactly why they chose to attack me, of all people, but it was an obvious attack. Maybe they were mad at me over my prayer. Perhaps others were attacked as well. I do not know. I just know I was left feeling totally battered and facing a decision. I had to rely on Holy Spirit to both advise me and speak to Father on my behalf. (Romans 8:26) I was at a crossroad. My fleshly intellect wanted to doubt. Everything. But then I would be leaning on my own understanding, and I am at least smart enough to know my own understanding isn’t worth a “hill of beans”, as they say. So, I chose faith. I choose faith. I have enough experience to know God’s word is True and He is faithful and it is all REAL. ALL OF IT! Even that which I do not understand.

Today, after a good night’s sleep, I am reminded that the Christian walk is not an easy one. We will be persecuted and battered. Sometimes we will receive a beating, for reasons we may not understand. But we have a choice. We can take the beating while counting it pure joy (James 1:2-4), or we can hand the enemy a small victory at our expense. The trials and warfare we in America face, after all, cannot compare to the persecutions our brothers and sisters across the world endure.

I choose to have faith that:

being confident of this very thing, that he which hath begun a good work in you will perform it until the day of Jesus Christ:
Philippians 1:6 KJVA

So, keep running the race, Dear Ones.

For I reckon that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us.
Romans 8:18 KJVA

Maranatha! ❤