I gotcha back

I have so many vivid memories of elementary school.  I was such a proud McDowell Eagle and LOVED my time there.
One of the many memories that stand out in my mind came from the 5th grade.
Ten year old Jill went to school with a pink long sleeve shirt tucked into a gray denim skirt that both complimented the gray hi-top Chuck Taylors that turned down to reveal a pink inside.
chucks
I was so cool…
I had excused myself from Mrs. Donna Miller’s class to go to the bathroom and while I was in mid stream, I hear the blare of the fire alarm.
My eyes widened and a panic washed over me.
What was I going to do?!
Being the devout rule follower that I was, I quickly finished my business, pull down my skirt and darted out the bathroom door.
Turning a couple of corners I was met by the brightness of the afternoon sunshine as well as 500 of my closest friends.
Scanning the playground I found my classmates and ran across the yard to join them.
All of a sudden I felt a rush come up behind me and hands all over my backside.
Shouts of “Ohmygoodness, Jillian!  Oh my dear!  Jillian!!”
I immediately recognized the voice of my sweet, yet very prim and proper, 5th grade teacher.
But, why, I wondered, was Mrs. Miller touching my butt and shouting?
I whipped around to a face that was filled with wide eyes and Mrs. Miller saying, “Jillian.  You mustn’t tuck your skirt into your undergarments.”
Well now you tell me!!  I thought I was starting a new trend!!  Silly me!
Consequently this event, forever seared into my psyche, is now the reason I run my hand over my backside repeatedly to make sure my skirt isn’t tucked into my undergarments.
I wore a dress the other day because well, Lularoe, and I caught myself feeling myself up, or well, down I suppose.
I was reminded of the Armor of God.
Ephesians chapter 6 talks about putting on a different kind of outfit and while I suspect it’s not as comfortable as the buttery Lularoe leggings, I’m positive it will keep me confident in the battles the Lord is fighting for me.

Let’s review the armor in case you haven’t visited it in awhile.
Helmet of salvation
Gospel shoes of peace
Sword of the spirit
Breastplate of righteousness
Belt of truth
Shield of faith
This sweet little outfit, complete with shoes and accessories, is what allows us to take our stand against the schemes of the evil one.
In fact, God implores us to “stand” four times.
Notice that when you are fully dressed for battle, everything is covering your front.
There is no protection on your backside.
I like to think that is intentional because, well you have the commander in chief at your back.
God is literally saying, “Go’on girl…I gotcha back.”
So yeah, in my head God sound like a sassy black man from the hood.
Whatever…

SO.  When you are knee deep in turmoil.
When you’re struggling with bills.
Or sickness.
Or your spouse.
Or worry and fear.
Or overwhelmed with a suffocating sadness.
Put on your full armor of God and confidently shout to your adversary Psalm 27:1..
The LORD is my light and my salvation– whom shall I fear?
The LORD is the stronghold of my life– of whom shall I be afraid?!
bring-it
Get an attitude with the enemy!
Thump your chest and say, “Really punk?!”
I mean, honestly!
Who the hell does he think he is?
Does he not know who you are?!
Does he not know who is behind you?!

The important thing is to be prepared.
Pray the armor on your children everyday.
Pray it on your spouse before he or she leaves for work.
Pray it over yourself before your day ever starts.

Can I share with you a beautiful resource?  I heard one of my favorite speakers, Wendy Blight, once at a conference I went to and it was there she shared this spiritual warfare tactic of praying on the armor of God.
Just like a soldier wouldn’t go into battle ill-prepared, neither should we.
I encourage you to print this out and have it ready for your family.
Our lives may depend on it.
And while I was so super thankful for Mrs. Miller for saving my rear…literally…that day in 5th grade, I am eternally grateful for my Father, my big brother, my source of hope, who continually has my back.
Whether I’m showing my undergarments, or not.

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