Seriously?

Those of you who know me well, know that I love Facebook.  It keeps me connected in so many amazing ways to people that more than likely, because of distance and time, I'd probably not have a relationship with now.


Case in point:  The connection I have to some of my friends from my school years.  I have an amazing and wonderfully encouraging friendship with a beauty in the states named Cindy.  We were friends in Grade 4, by Grade 8, we had lost contact, and through an amazing encounter, we found each other at a Starbucks in West Kelowna. 


Another Case in point:  Bear.  Bear and I were friends in Middle and High School.  We had a mutual friend named Gordie, that for the first time publically I will say, I had a huge crush on in Grade 11 and 12.  :|


Bear, sent me this message on FB yesterday:


"I have honestly had a lot of things "Test" my faith lately, and had a lot of private soul searching, but want it or not (I WANT it) the path always leads back to Jesus......undeniable."


Exactly how I feel.  


I have in the past been criticized for being "hyper-spiritual" -- that I blame everything on Satan and give God the honour....but like Bears comment, I believe that no matter what is facing us in life, it is there to point us back to Jesus.  Everytime. Completely.  Totally.

Through this journey I realized that this is the biggest spiritual battle that I have ever been in.


On the way home from getting the MRI, I heard, "Namewitheld, is going to be so disappointed in you."


I was reduced to tears.  Sobbing in my car on the way home, I was stuck at a stupidly long light, thankfully, because I had to figure out how to see clearly enough to drive.  There was absolutely nowhere to pull over.


Then, like a bolt of lightning I realized.  (here it comes....the blame thing....), I said out loud, Satan, you will no longer have dominion in my mind.  There is nothing I could do that would make "namewitheld" be disappointed in me.  He is always proud of me, encouraged by me......"


This fight is bigger than just a health scare.  It is a battle on so many grounds, for my heart, for my head, for my body.  I know that I will never walk away from the faith I have in God, that stands and will not be shaken, no matter what trial I face.


Since that day, I have remained focused on the positive, bouying myself with scripture, song and encouragement from others, but  more than that prayer.  


Jeremy Camp once said that when he needed it God was his crutch, but he was also his stretcher.  While in this process when I need it, He will be my stretcher.


Today, I am in the last moments before leaving for Seattle.  I am packed, ready to go--then I get this email, my ferry is broken. 


It made me laugh out loud in the kitchen.  Of course it is.  Satan, doesn't want me to go to Seattle, to be met my my kids and Pastor Ben, to get myself to New York, he's dead set against it!


So, I called the ferry, they said they would have more news at noon, but not to worry, we'll put you on the ferry to Port Angeles and then bus to you Seattle.


See people that's how this is going to work.  Satan blocks me, I have no worry or fear, God WILL ALWAYS make a way for me.