Of all of the dares and trials that come our way, none are more challenging than the ones Satan throws in our ways. When Satan scorches our paths or litters the road before us with shattered dreams or lines our trails with broken hearts, he's goading us. He's taunting us with his demonic version of "I bet you can't." I bet you can't fight the diagnosis. I bet you can't overcome the disability. I bet you can't survive the loss. I bet you can't pick yourself up.Satan's subtle insinuation is that we have to pick ourselves upin order to win his wicked wager. And, when we play into his hand – we lose hope and our faith is rocked and he wins.
Yet, how often do we play right into his hand? How many times do we first react to hurt and loss with I can't imagine?Or I can't handle it?Or I don't want to go on?Defeat is frequently my initial reaction. Then typically my stubbornness takes over with its best impression of – imagining, handling, and going on.I can put up a great front, but all of that putting on a front takes a toll.
There was a point during that half-marathon challenge when I didn't think that I could take another step. I was tired to the bone. Each step was heavy and required deliberate effort to continue. Then, I turned a corner. Literally. I came around one corner and I could see the finish line. It was about a mile or so away. Even so as soon as I saw it, I knew that I could make it.
I had found my second wind. I felt lighter. Stronger. Confident. Hopeful.
When Satan tries to wedge doubt into my heart, I need a second wind. (And a third and a fourth ad infinitum) And that Second Wind stands ever ready. When we let down our fronts and take on the Holy Spirit for our guidance, strength, and comfort – We become a little lighter We are stronger. We are more confident. We find hope.
We turn a spiritual corner. We can see the finish line. We are reminded that we don't run this race alone. When we allow the Spirit to guide us, we're empowered to take Satan's dare. When we turn to God as the source of our Second Wind, the finish line practically moves itself to us.
Each time we put our fate in the hands of the Father when the prognosis is poor; each time we put our faith in the resurrection of the Son in the face of our broken hearts; each time we seek the comfort and strength of the Spirit when our own spirits have been deflated – Satan is defeated.
With the holidays upon us, we are especially sensitive to Satan's goading. Our lives don't mirror a Norman Rockwell painting and the differences are glaring. Yet, we still tend to carry a belief that our lives should be picture perfect – if only for these few days between Thanksgiving and the New Year.
As I approach this season, I am seeking the Second Wind. This is a lesson that I've learned the hard way – I can't handle the holidays (or most other days for that matter) under my own strength. And – neither can you.
Father, thank you for sending your Son to double down against Satan's double-dog dares. Thank you for your Spirit to be our Second Wind in order to face our challenges and trials.. For all who are struggling – especially at this time of the year – please keep your Spirit close.
More than anything during this holiday season, thank you for the many blessings both past and present. Thank you for memories of loved ones to fill the empty chairs that fill our earthly tables. Thank you for the promise of a heavenly table where empty does not exist.
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