|"Oh What a Tangled Web We Weave, When First We Practice to Deceive!"|
~ Sir Walter Scott
Even if he did say so himself, the web was magnificent, translucent and large. The design beautifully created, although unless you were of his species you would not be able to appreciate its intricate design, the time it had taken and extreme care that had gone into its making. Now to sit and wait, it would only be a matter of time…
The spirit of depression came over her as she felt deflated like an airless balloon. All her sins and faults danced before her mind, taunting her, cajooling and mocking her.
Taking a deep hesitating and shaky breath, she prayed:
"Father, I come before you praising you and thanking you that when I am weak you are made strong. (2 Corinthians 12:9-10) and that greater are You that is in me than he that is in the world (1 John 4:4). I'm afraid I've made a mess of things and can't seem to find my way out. You say in Your Word that whatever we bind on earth will be bound in Heaven and whatever we loose on earth will be loosed in Heaven. (Matthew 18:18) I ask that you would loose me from these chains that hold me fast in the precious name of Your Son, my Savior Jesus Christ. Forgive me for my sins and wash me with His precious blood, please help me to put my feet back on the pathway I should be on. I thank you that I can call on You for guidance and for help. I thank you for your mercy, your grace and your love which sustains me. In Jesus' name I pray. Amen."
As if sliced a part, the webs that held her released her, she was free.
"Now clothe yourself in your spiritual armor."
"Lord, I put on the helmet of salvation and the breast plate of righteousness. Around my waist I put the belt of truth and I shod my feet with the preparation of the gospel. I pick up my shield of faith and grab my sword of the Spirit." (Ephesians 6:10-18)
At that very moment, he returned. "Nooooooooo!!!" He screamed when he saw she was free. He charged at her, but she raised her shield in front of her and he came to an abrupt hault.
"Get behind me satan. I am a child of the Utmost High God. I am covered with the precious blood of Jesus Christ. I belong to him!"
As she boldly stood with her legs a part and her sword of the Spirit waving in one hand, shield of faith in the other he disappeared in front of her like a puff of smoke... "We will meet again..." he threatened as he vanished.
God had given her the strength to get through it, as the devil disappeared, so did her strength and she dropped her arms to her side, exhausted.
"Thank You Lord for never leaving nor forsaking me, for giving me the strength I need at the moments I need it most." Tucking her sword in it's sheild by her waist, and picking up her shield. She wiped off the webbing residue from her shoulders and turned around to step back on the pathway she should never have departed, humbled but wiser and stronger in Him. And forward she proceeded.
"Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, pressing on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called her heavenward in Christ Jesus." (Philippians 3:13-14)
|"Not by Power, Not by Might, but by My Spirit, Says the Lord."|