Song of Solomon 2:15 states, "Catch us the foxes, the little foxes that spoil the vines, for our vines have tender grapes". My apologies to my 5:30am readers for now disappointing two days in a row. Yesterday was a break through day in lots of ways. I volunteer and teach bible study at Christian Women's Job Corp and the foxes were wrecking havoc on many of the women trying to discourage, distract and defeat. As many of the women received the Father's blessing, some were not as interested. So it became like plowing through cement. I sat down to teach and that is when it began to unravel. One demoralized by fear over dramatized her distaste for being there, one buried her head in the sand only to pop up with sarcasm, and another was wanting to jump in with God but did not want to appear weak. I began to shake in my seat for I knew I was meeting the author of havoc and I had my work cut out for me. So I asked, "Why are yall here, why do you show up every morning". They gave me their answers.
God turned it all around for His purpose and good but it felt like plowing through cement. It was not easy. Don't miss understand I could identify with each one of these ladies. I have sat in their seats too often hesitating to give God everything. That is where the enemy, the little foxes, like to have their way. Have you ever watched a fox in the wild. They are clever, cautious, quiet, fast, beautiful, and deadly. I shared with the ladies that some of the lies they have believed about themselves for so long have become truths in their hearts. We wrote many of them on the board yesterday. Freedom. There were many tears more from the hurt it had caused. I told them like a fox these lies will try and rear their head up from time to time, but we hold a big mallet, Jesus, in our hand that can, like the gofer game, bop them in the head whenever they pop up. They will begin to recognize what is truth and what is a lie.
Later in the day one of the three who struggled so much came back and asked for forgiveness and want to forgive many people in her life. Praise the Lord. It was needless to say a draining day, so by the time I got home I was pooped. I kept thinking about what I would write about yesterday and it kept changing. Another break through is that much of the rest of my hair fell out last night. I was drying my head, a white towel mind you, and then looked at the towel and it was black......I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me.....then I looked in the mirror. The old has passed and the new will begin to come out soon enough. Strange how that works. Just as we are new creatures in Christ, the old man has passed. There are many things about my old man that will pass with what I am going through, and there are many things yet to work on. That is ok. As long as I have stuff to work on I know God is not through with me yet. Amen. Better get out the plow time to hit the cement.
Have a blessed day and thanks for showing up each day and for more of the grace extended in Day 11.