Fear has quietly crept into my soul this week.
I have spent hours, awake, watching the clock and the new shadows that spill from the moonlight onto my bedroom walls. I have listened to the new sounds of my very old home and wondered about the families that have lived here before me. My heart has pounded as thoughts have flooded my mind and I have been worried about an attack of the enemy. A home can hold many secrets and I wonder what secrets mine holds.
On Tuesday night, as I stared at the shadows and quietly prayed, it began to rain. Actually, it poured. The sky lit up with lightning and the house shuddered with the sounds of thunder. God made His presence known to me and to the one who was seeking to keep me up all night. As I watched the lightning and listened to the thunder, my spirit calmed. I remembered that the battle has already been won. Victory is His. Whom shall I fear?
Satan is constantly waging a war that he cannot win and I can either choose to be a victim or welcome the battle for the sake of reaching a lost community. I don’t know what we are opening our home to, but I do know Satan is seeking to devour us every time we welcome someone into our home. Whom shall we fear?
“The Lord is my light and my salvation-whom shall I fear? The Lord is the stronghold of my life-of whom shall I be afraid?”