We wrongly assume that victory is
like a blazing torch on a hill and that everyone, including the one holding it,
can see it. However, this is not always the case. You see, we often engage in
battles without knowing it and hence making the ensuing victories hidden from our sight.
When we commit our ways to GOD, He uses us to do His will without our being
keenly aware of it.
As usual, I started the day
(yesterday) by asking GOD use me to do, say and hear His will other than mine. Yet,
as the day progressed, I became increasingly disappointed that it went so fast and
nothing seemed to go as I had planned it to. You see, even if I ministered to a
couple of people and uploaded one poem that was in the queue to be released I did
not edit or write a book or a poem. Oh, how the feeling of disappointment
threatened to hold me in its tight embrace! I was so focused on this feeling
that I did not consider that my main assignment of the day was the Muslim woman
(‘GOD Answers Simple Prayers’) and that the poems that I sent her were my only
important activity of the day. In fact, the implication of what I had done was
hidden from me until much later!
As I sent her twelve of my poems that
I had never sent her before, I prayed over them and asked GOD to use them to
minister to her and to heal her. Nonetheless, since I am so used to saying such
prayers and doing such things I did not stop to think of their outcome. Therefore,
I was not alert to the sharp pain that pierced my left shoulder as I hoisted my
laptop bag onto my left shoulder in preparation of returning home. An insect
had entered my dress and begun its torment on my flesh! Recognizing it as an
attack, yet not knowing the source, I immediately reached out for my spiritual
weapons and prayed off the stings. Although, I still could not tell the source of
or the reason for the attack, I realized that the day had been very productive.
You see, Satan sometimes attacks me depending on the level of victory I have
secured against him by the grace of GOD.
Now, interestingly but not
surprisingly, I did not make the connection until a few minutes back! The
Spirit of GOD reminded me of the Muslim woman. You see, in addition to the
other things I prayed about, I prayed for her healing reminding GOD of His
promise to heal all those with HIV/ AIDS. Most important of all, however, was
the fact that I prayed for her salvation as well and asked GOD to use those
poems to preach to her. Of course, it is hardly surprising that Satan was not
be happy about that! Therefore, he attacked me but to no avail. As I sat here
basking in that revelation of the victory that had been hidden from me until
today, I thanked GOD for using me as His vessel.
It is, therefore, with this mindset
that I encourage you to endeavor to keep in step with the Spirit of GOD. Commit
all your senses and activities to Him and let His will be done through you
every day. Secondly, I know you hold a ‘staff’ in your hands, ‘Moses’. Allow
yourself to use the staff (your gift) to reach out to those who have not yet
given their lives to Christ and lead them into the Promised Land. Use your
staff to preach to them even as you commit their other needs to GOD.
Prayer
Dear GOD, I confess that I usually
have a set plan on how my day should go yet you too have a plan for me. I know
that your plan for me and for my days far outweighs all the plans I could ever
have. Please forgive me. Today, I choose to lay down my plans and replace them
with your divine plans for my life and for all my days. I commit all my past,
present and future days and activities into your hands and ask you to use me to
do your will. May I do, say, and hear all that you want me to do, say and hear.
Open my eyes and ears, dear LORD, so that I can clearly see and hear your
instructions concerning others and myself. Keep me so alert that I will know
that I have accomplished your will for my life as I go along.
King of kings, I commit my ‘staff’
into your hands and ask you to use it to win souls for your kingdom. In JESUS’ name,
I have prayed, amen.
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