Whew! It's been quite a week around my house. The sad thing is that it's only Tuesday and if this is any indication of what the rest of the week will be like, I think I'd like to opt out. We've had nothing but chaos for the first two days of this week, but it's made me keenly aware of a fact I already knew. I hate Satan. He is the Father of Lies. He is the author of confusion. He prowls around seeking someone to devour and this week, I've felt like it's me!
Usually when I blog, I have some point in mind. I have a clever story to tell or a word of encouragement I hope to pass along, but I have to confess that tonight, I really don't have any of that. I just feel the need to whine and rant a little bit about how rotten life can be.
If you read my last post, you saw that I got a new car. You might be thinking How bad can it be? You must be exaggerating. But, the truth is, I think one of the things Satan enjoys doing most, is to steal our joy. He waits until we're good and happy and then, WHAMO! He kicks you when you're up. He causes doubt and confusion. It's what he loves.
I, for one, am not interested in letting him do this to me. It doesn't change the fact that my week has been crappy. (is that OK to say?) But tonight I will remind myself of the grace of God, of the faithfulness of Christ, of the mercy of Jesus in my life. And even though, I will drop into bed exhausted when I'm finished posting this, I will know that His mercies are new every morning. If you had a day like me...go drop into bed and ponder his love for you until you drift off to sleep. Before you know it, it will be a new day dawning.