Epic attack this morning!
I was heading through moms bedroom to get the bags of dog poo on the deck before the trash man came. Her Doberman always jumps up and starts shrieking if I just come straight through, so I stand out in the hall and make some noise and say, Abby, I'm coming back, no bark, You want a cookie? Cookie Abby? And that wakes her up and she sits there waiting for her cookie.
So mom woke up too and began to whine that they were settled and why am I disturbing them?
I said, because the trash man is coming and you didn't get your dogs poop out and you will give me hell for not getting it out if I leave it. So I HAVE to come through here on trash days or I'll never hear the end of it!
After that, I began fuming and murdering and get this - while I was making my coffee and WHILE I had my bible in my hand!
I was murdering her that I can never please her or do anything right, I'm damned if I try to do as she wishes and I'm damned if I don't.
I couldn't stop it and my first thought was shame that I was not loving her and was sinking into such ugliness of heart. And I didn't know what to do because I was just so helpless to stop it.
So I just closed my eyes and said: Help me!
And it was like a voice whispered: not when you're acting like this He won't.
And I said, yes, yes, I'm bad, but He is good and He's IN ME, and He saves me and loves me and sheds that love abroad in my heart.
And then, it all disappeared so quickly that it cannot have been from me. The attack I mean - it wasn't from me. The response of my flesh was from me, but the attack was from the outside. And that little rot tried the same thing he always does - whispering to me that I need to be good before I run to Him for help or else He won't come to my aid.
Angry, but rejoicing too, that he didn't get away with his accusing and condemning of me and get me to try harder to be good rather than immediately calling for help.
You might have no idea how that ties into your post but to me, it does.
I was heading through moms bedroom to get the bags of dog poo on the deck before the trash man came. Her Doberman always jumps up and starts shrieking if I just come straight through, so I stand out in the hall and make some noise and say, Abby, I'm coming back, no bark, You want a cookie? Cookie Abby? And that wakes her up and she sits there waiting for her cookie.
So mom woke up too and began to whine that they were settled and why am I disturbing them?
I said, because the trash man is coming and you didn't get your dogs poop out and you will give me hell for not getting it out if I leave it. So I HAVE to come through here on trash days or I'll never hear the end of it!
After that, I began fuming and murdering and get this - while I was making my coffee and WHILE I had my bible in my hand!
I was murdering her that I can never please her or do anything right, I'm damned if I try to do as she wishes and I'm damned if I don't.
I couldn't stop it and my first thought was shame that I was not loving her and was sinking into such ugliness of heart. And I didn't know what to do because I was just so helpless to stop it.
So I just closed my eyes and said: Help me!
And it was like a voice whispered: not when you're acting like this He won't.
And I said, yes, yes, I'm bad, but He is good and He's IN ME, and He saves me and loves me and sheds that love abroad in my heart.
And then, it all disappeared so quickly that it cannot have been from me. The attack I mean - it wasn't from me. The response of my flesh was from me, but the attack was from the outside. And that little rot tried the same thing he always does - whispering to me that I need to be good before I run to Him for help or else He won't come to my aid.
Angry, but rejoicing too, that he didn't get away with his accusing and condemning of me and get me to try harder to be good rather than immediately calling for help.
You might have no idea how that ties into your post but to me, it does.
Lord hasten to my help!
Let those be turned back because of their shame who say, Aha! Aha!
And let those who love your salvation say continually, LET GOD BE MAGNIFIED!
Now how on earth could that be where I opened my bible to unless He was helping me even more??
Satan said Aha! Aha! How dare you ask for help when you're acting so despicably?
And I said, let God be magnified!
And it all ties in to this very thread! How brilliant our God is! What a good teacher and strengthener!