You must really be powerful for the evil one to want to trip you up, and stop your blessings. That dude must really hate you. You must really be worth something special for satan to want to halt your progression, and come up against you like that. You must really have an important position in God’s army for him to attack you the way he is. You must have a hella purpose to be bullied the way you’ve been.
God doesn’t just choose anyone, you know. He chooses His chosen ones to progress and thrive, and to spread His wealth and His word and His love. That must be you. How could it not be? Think about it. Look at all you’ve been through.
Look at how many tried to keep you down and steal your joy. Look at how many times you’ve started and stopped . . . and have been stopped. Look at how many folks you’ve let in, and who’ve left, and you don’t know why.
How many times have you come to the tip of what you’ve been preparing for and dreaming of and working for, only to have the rug pulled out from under you? How many folks have you trusted and let into your world and loved, only to have them disrespect you and curse you and pretty much, crap on you? How many tests did you study for and lose sleep over and spend hours of your life preparing for and practicing for and praying for, only to fail. How. Many. Times.
Nothing came easy for you, did it? Nothing quite worked out the way you thought it would. Prayed it would. Hoped it would. You probably thought God was messing with you. Teaching you some unwanted lesson. Perhaps that’s so. But look deeper.
When everything’s coming against you, attacking you from all sides at rapid fire speed, and you can’t duck fast enough . . . that’s not God. That’s the oppressor. the tyrant. the intimidator. That thug wants to demolish your goals. Crush your dreams. Stamp on your future. Dominate your thoughts. Weaken your resolve. Bulldoze your plans. Harass your soul. And crush your spirits.
he. Hates. You. he hates your peaceful vibe. he hates that you love God and not him. he hates your character and all the fruits of the Holy Spirit you possess. he. Hates. You. But . . . he wants you. he wants you to be depressed and oppressed and possessed, by the things he throws at you. Things to get you off course, off track, and off the path you were destined for. he. Hates. You.
Don’t you just love it! Don’t you just love being hated by the evil one, all because you’ve got it going on! Don’t you just love that he hates you! That he can’t stand to see you happy. That he’s scared of your peace. That he’s scared of your success. That he’s scared of your strength and your power and your resilience and your love of God. Don’t you just freezing love it! You should.
This may sound weird but, I give thanks for the rough days, the not so great times, and the sucky folks who cross my path. I give thanks for slippery slopes and choppy seas and mini tsunamis here and there (and you know I can’t swim). I give thanks because I stare them all down, see them all for what they really are, and laugh. I laugh at that ruffian. That browbeater. That coward, who comes disguised as other folks and other things. I laugh that he despises the blessed life that God wants for me. The life God promised me. The life I intend on getting.
I am chosen. You are chosen. I love being hated! Don’t you?
