Pizza Cutter

September 7, 2018

Where do I begin?  What do I share?  What story is there to help others struggling with the same issues?  I guess I will go where God leads me.  I have been through my fair share of struggles, but I always look at the previous struggle and would say “God did not drop me on my head then, so he won’t now”.  As so many years have gone by, I still use that phrase because it is true.  God has never dropped me on my head.  He has always been there for me.  There were times when I felt so alone and far from him.  It was then that I reminded myself that he has not moved.  I had. Sometimes when I am going through thick darkness and straining my eyes to see just a glimmer of hope; a glimmer of light, I can become pretty despondent.  Even to God.  It is then that I realize I have let Satan push me into a corner and I feel trapped and helpless.  Someone once told me that I am NOT the ONE who has to feel defenseless; it is Satan.  She told me that I need to have my shield of faithfulness and the sword of the spirit, and I have to PUSH Satan into a corner. I am on the OFFENSIVE!!!!   With that visual in my head, I started doing this.  I started telling Satan to leave me alone.  I am a child of God.  I told him to leave my house and my family and my health and my finances alone.  I did it quite often when I was in that dark place and within a couple days I did see the light.  All my problems were not fixed, but I did see a light to help me out of that dark place.  Occasionally, I will still do this when necessary.  My daughters were going through things regarding their faith or, I should say, lack of it.  Now, everyone knows, don’t mess with a mama’s kids.  You are truly dealing with a grizzly bear then.  So, I was in the kitchen praying and I had just taken a pizza out of the oven and I held that pizza cutter up like it was  God’s two edged sword, and I started going off on Satan about leaving my kids alone.  I was in the middle of my rant when my husband, Mark, walked in and stayed for a couple seconds and then left.  I continued my rant and rave and then cut the pizza and brought some in to Mark, I explained what I had been doing and he had no questions. He knows me.   God knows me so well that a pizza cutter became the sword of the spirit.  God’s Word never comes back empty.  He took my Words and my prayers and He reminded me that I am not alone in this “chaos” we call life.  He also reminds me that I am His just the way I am – with all my quirks, brokenness, and even a pizza cutter.

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