This weekend was probably the most epic weekend ever.
Jason somehow pulled off a four month behind the scenes surprise party for my birthday that was on Friday June 10th. Friday was kind of chill, nothing major happened, but a good day nonetheless. I had been looking forward to Saturday all week because it was “date night.” Date night ended up with a private concert and dinner with my friends and family and oh, a gorgeous new wedding band set. *swoon* I literally went to bed with a giant smile on my face.
I woke up on Sunday still reeling from the night’s festivities. I was just so overwhelmed that so many people would come and celebrate with us and keep a secret from me for so long.
I was looking at the pictures I had taken on my phone and saw a news alert about a shooting in Orlando. I clicked on the link and read a horrific story about 50 people who were killed and even more than that who were injured. Quickly the air was let out of my sails. The happiness that I had felt just moments earlier was turned to sadness because of one person’s decision to let hate guide his heart and to mow down innocent people.
Just like in this picture
I had no idea what was about to transpire on the other side.
As I got ready before our date I had only good thoughts of our date together.
The shooting victims of Orlando did as well. I imagine them primping before a mirror, making sure their outfits looked right, their makeup was applied evenly, and their plans were all ironed out.
Thankfully, Jason and I came back from our evening.
The people who died on Sunday morning, regardless of what they were doing or the status of their hearts did not deserve to die at the hands of another.
Who’s to say my and Jay’s fate couldn’t have been the same?
So much hate began quickly circulating the Internet about the victims of Orlando. That them being executed was God judging them.
That’s so ridiculous.
That’s so against God’s character.
He no more wanted those people to be murdered than He wants Billy Graham to be murdered.
The victims aren’t the enemy.
The man who murdered them isn’t the enemy
Muslims are not the enemy.
We only have ONE enemy and that is Satan himself.
He works through people to carry out his only mission: to kill, steal and destroy.
I do know God’s word says that we are not guaranteed another day, that our life is a vapor, a wisp. I also know that there are SO many times that I zip, zip, zip through life taking for granted that I’m going to make it to work, or that some psycho isn’t going to shoot up the public place where my family and I are frequenting. Praying for God’s protection is all I have. That and the belief that regardless of what happens, He is still good. He will always be faithful.
Over the weekend we unknowingly had a picture taken of our car driving down the road with Phoebe’s arms and head sticking out the window. She was securely fastened in her seatbelt while she was enjoying the warm morning being happy with life. The caption of our picture was “idiots” along with a hate filled rant about what they perceived as reality.
One of which they had no idea.
Even though it was none of their business, I truly feel if they were genuinely concerned about my daughter’s safety then they would have pulled up beside us and motioned for us so they could voice their concern.
Instead, they took to social media and ever so maturely judged me and my family.
I started to feel my heart race as anger towards this person rose up in my heart. I hammered out a Facebook reply and as I finished, I quickly felt the Holy Spirit tell me, “Jill this person is not your enemy. Satan is your enemy. He is using this person to steal your joy, destroy your witness, and kill the joy filled day with your family.”
It ended there.
I thanked the Holy Spirit for talking me off the ledge and I moved on with my day and being happy with my amazing weekend.
I’m so thankful for God’s deliverance.
So many things are out there to distract us from what the real issue is.
God has come that we may have life and have it to the fullest and because Satan is the polar opposite, he has come to destroy us.
We must promise to look for the real enemy in the big and small situations of life and then promise to use the authority God has given us to bind up the enemy’s schemes in our own lives.
It’s our responsibility.
It just could mean the difference between life and death.
I’m a book-shelving, former tap dancer, wanna be writer, singer,
and banjo player, mother of 4, wife of 1, follower of Christ,
walking in the shadow of the Proverbs 31 woman
and redeemed by the grace and love of an Almighty God…
just living the dream.