When The Devil Tries To Steal Your Blessing

I feel like I've been battling the devil himself lately.

I'm sure some of you can relate.

You get a major blessing from God, the Holy Ghost comes down, and you feel on top of the world. A few days later, you're dragging your feet. You're sluggish, downtrodden and just tired.

That old devil has a way of creeping in to our lives. If we give him an inch, he'll take a mile.

We go from praising God on Sunday morning, to crying ourselves to sleep and feeling hopeless on Tuesday night. It's not because we don't believe. No. It's because the devil will do anything in his power to stop healing, to stop a miracle and to stop another sinner from being saved.

For many people, it isn't the material things of the world that we fight against. It isn't struggling with alcohol or drugs or anything of the sort. It's fighting against the doubt and worry that enters our minds.

"For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places." Ephesians 6:12.

Today, Friends, I struggle – just as many of you do. I'm wrestling against the enemy. I am torn. I am hurt. I am weak.

But let me tell you something: I will claim the victory!

I proclaim that God is on the way. I proclaim that all of the devils and evil spirits of this world can't stop what God is going to do in my life. He has already worked out each and every thing I'm worried about.

God created Earth. He hung the Moon and the stars. He created the dry lands and the oceans. This mighty God is the God who still saves and redeems men today, just as He did in the days of old.

In my crying, in my groaning and in my weakness, I will never stop proclaiming that God is good!

He know's all. He sees all. He has a plan for all.

If we cry out to him, he hears us – and he will save us.

It's fighting with ourselves to remember that God is full of mercy and that His plan is good. His will is sovereign, and He knows more about myself than even I know.

"In my distress I called upon the Lord, and cried unto my God: he heard my voice out of his temple, and my cry came before him, even into his ears." Psalm 18:6