Sometimes when things start to pile up in my life, the trials and struggles, I have to smile. Because I know that some of those things that are being thrown at me are poop bombs from the enemy.
I know that the enemy only attacks when he has something to worry about, when he is trying to get me to forsake my Lord. It cracks me up because the more yuck he throws my way the closer he pushes me to my Lord, My God, My Abba Father.
I refuse to give the enemy a foothold in my life. What about you?
Do you ever welcome your trials?
Okay, now I will always think of attacks from the enemy as “poop bombs.” That just cracks me up.
I don’t always welcome trials -okay I never welcome them, but I can definitely see where they’ve made me stronger. So I guess I’m thankful for them. I just ask the question, “isn’t there any easier way to make me more like Jesus?”
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“Poop bombs” I’m with Jerri – that’s how I’m going to think of trials from now on. Thank you!
Hmmmm….welcome trials? Something to think about. A chance to learn and grow closer to God…you bet. So I guess in an odd sense, yes.
Luv ya friend!
Thanks so much for such a wonderful reminder! I did need some refueling. today was great!
I know what you mean about being happy about trials, however I don´t always rememeber that.
I pray that Fruit may abound to your account. Phil 4:17
Girl, I thanked Him for them just this morning. I’m with you…keep standing firm!
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I have wondered before if Satan will ever learn. Doesn’t he see that when he sends poop bombs my way they just send me running to my Father for clean up??? And my Father always takes care of it.
But I have also wondered, if Satan weren’t firing, would I still be running? I need God whether my enemy is active, or not, and if I’m honest I have to admit that sometimes his attacks spur me on when the smooth sailing of life has me motionless.
Yep. Sometimes I welcome them and even ask for them, but I’d like to give God a hand in choosing which ones come my way