Sometimes I just botch it – a whole day.  Just being a jerk for no particular reason.  This past Sunday was a day I should probably just have stayed in bed and watched episode after episode of Downton Abbey. 

In a single day I was single handedly able to be mean to most everyone I love the most.  At the end of the day I felt that guilty pit in my stomach.  I could not take back the things I did or what I had said.  Sure. I could ask for forgiveness from my favorite people on earth, but I couldn’t take it back.  That evening, as I rehashed the day, I totally ignored the verse about not going to bed angry.  I preferred to stew about it.  I decided to do what Scarlett would do, “I’ll think of it all tomorrow.  Tomorrow is another day.”

I didn’t sleep well on Sunday night.  I had a doctor’s appointment at 8 a.m. on Monday, so I went to that and had spent no time with the One Who could really have helped me.  I didn’t want to spend time praying or reading my Bible because I felt guilty, unworthy and just mad.

On my way home, my sister-in-law texted me and my other sister-in-law about having our girls get together for a short time for prayer.  We have three girls within 5 months of each other.  The previous evening (the notorious Sunday)  a small infraction occurred among the girls. Within a close family there is bound to be some waves and  issues to deal with- especially when there are 10 year old girls involved. 

My sister-in-law was wanting to deal with the issue head on and have a time of prayer.  So, we headed over to her house.  (This is a little side note for you:  We had never done this before, and it was a little awkward for the girls and us. But, if you ever consider doing anything like this – the awkwardness is all worth it.)

I listened as my sister-in-law shared with the girls that we are family and also sisters in Christ.  She talked about us standing shoulder to shoulder and the importance of prayer for one another  and how we should encourage one another.  She said that Satan comes to kill, steal and destroy.  What more could he want than to tear a family to shreds.

As I thought about it later, I thought about us – all of us women.   We have relationships to deal with, hormones to handle and a million things to do.  There are so many opportunities for the enemy to attack.  Our lives are spread so thin that an onslaught from Satan is expected. 

Sometimes we going to mess up really badly.  And, God will forgive us because He is faithful and full of grace.  But, for the most part, I hope I am aware of the schemes of the enemy.  I pray I will see right through him and recognize an attack when it is happening.  I hope to not stew, but to open the Bible and just pray.  I want to face him head on just like my sister-in-law did.

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