My Early Morning Battle

 

 

 

When I woke up the other morning I knew I was in trouble with my prostate.  The more I thought about this hindrance on my toilet habits my worst-case scenarios become louder and louder.  At this junction anxiety was setting in and I was not looking forward to the day ahead.  I even had myself being carried in an ambulance straight to the hospital with the flashing lights and siren wailing louder and louder.

It was at this point, or somewhere close; with the wild imaginations taking over my mind, that I was pulled up and realized that I was in a battle.  In fact, it was an extremely serious struggle for the possession of my thoughts.  One might call this a life and death struggle.  Looking back to this time when the realization came to me to cling to God and resist the enemy, was I believe, an intervention by the Holy Spirit.

I sat up in bed and began to loudly declare my position and status as a child of God.  In no uncertain terms I reminded myself, and all who cared to listen, that I was redeemed, sanctified, set free, healed, restored, partaker of the divine nature, live in the heavenly places, covered by the blood of Jesus, victorious, an over-taker, a child of God hedged in by the chariots of fire and set in untouchable places.  These decrees were repeated many times along intersperses of praying in the spirit.

During a session of the above declarations the Holy Spirit placed Psalm 148 into my mind.  On looking up the passage I was reminded again of the importance pf praising God continually and dwelling on his goodness and blessings.  I read the Psalm out loud several times to fix the idea of praise and thanksgiving firmly into my mind.  In doing so my head lifted and my thoughts become focused on things that are above and far away from the earthly circumstances.

Finally, I was able to rise up and partake of the day.  But my condition instead of improving gradually become worse during the day.  Looking back now I realize that I now started to bargain with God.  One thing I was determined not to do, was not to go the doctors for I knew he would put me on meds that last time caused massive insomnia.  God was my healer and I was believing in a supernatural intervention.  I did not hesitate to forcibly remind God of this in many guises and multiple times.

When I woke at 4am the next morning after going to bed at 12:30pm I knew I was in even bigger trouble, for now I could not use the toilet.  This after attempting to go every 10 minutes.  Around this time the thought came to me that may be God wanted me to go the Doctors.  Strange as it may be but the wild imaginations from the other morning did not pull me apart for I was of a sound mind.  Calm and at peace.

I looked up to God and asked, ‘Do you want me to go to the Doctors?’  His answer was swift, ‘Yes.’  I reminded God of the disastrous side effects the last time I took the alpha blockers.  His answer was simple, ‘I will hold your hand.’

I went to the doctors having obtained an appointment an hour after being one of the first to call in the morning.  God is still holding my hand.

Lessons from this – 1 Timothy 1:7 - For the Spirit God gave us does not make us timid, but gives us power, love and self-discipline   NIV.

God has not called us to live a live of hanging our heads with foreboding thoughts and disastrous ‘what ifs.’  We are children of the Most High God, who walk this earth with our heads held high, looking to heaven, our home; and to Jesus the author and finisher of our faith.

We cannot allow the enemy to win control over parts of our body, which is the temple of the Holy Spirit.  If we crumble under the onslaught we give Satan legal rights to be an owner-occupier of a part of Gods real estate.

Praise and worship, both praying in the mind and spirit are formable weapons of righteousness that we possess.  We must remember to use them.

We must know and continually state our position before God.  We need to see ourselves as God see us, redeemed sons and daughters through the blood of Jesus Christ.