I just started leading a Bible study, a very small group, last Wednesday morning. It’s the first time I’ve led a study since before my daughter was born, and she’ll be 5 next month! In the last 5 years, however, we’ve had three children, been in four homes, I made a jump from working outside the home to very-part-time-at-home, and we foreclosed on a property. Ay yi YI.
Last Tuesday night, I found myself in bed, almost unable to move. I have a bulging disc in my back that acts up from time to time (or, you know, herniates and give me sciatica for three months). Well, on Tuesday it was fighting back and I could only writhe in pain, even with a muscle relaxer. I was unsure whether I’d be able to make it to the first session of my own Bible study! On top of that, my 4-year-old daughter was basically being a maniac, the 2-year-old was screaming, and the baby wanted to nurse. I had several writing assignments due. Let’s just say it was a Woozy of a Day.
I texted my mom to ask her to pray, and she reminded me to pray – OUT LOUD – and tell Satan to get out of our home. She could see so clearly how he was trying to attack me, make me not only feel inadequate for the role ahead of me and the role I already have as mother, but also feel physically bad.
And you bet that I did. And Wednesday morning my pain was significantly less, and I made it to the study, kids in tow and all. After my 6-month-old baby, Joshua, had a blowout up to his neck. I can only shake my head.
Well this Wednesday was not shaking up to be much different. My back was hurting again yesterday, although not nearly as bad. This morning my daughter was throwing tantrums about putting on shoes, my 2-year-old was screaming (ALWAYS), and the teething baby was unhappy. Meanwhile I tried to cook a meal for a friend, pack Libbie’s lunch, and make sure I was prepared for study.
And as someone cried about something-or-other in the car, I realized I was letting fear and anger get a grip. Aloud, again, I prayed, ordering Satan to leave our space. I claimed blessings on our day and the study. My kids may have been confused, but I think it will help them to hear Mommy pray at all times!
Three minutes later, we had a Praise Baby CD going and the kids were singing “Open the Eyes of My Heart.” The ones who can talk, that is. And with tears dripping, I drove with a calm heart.
It’s certainly debatable whether Christians can “bind Satan,” but we CAN inform him and his demons of the Truth: we know our God is bigger and better than they are. We can claim the promises of Scripture: the peace that passes understanding (Phil. 4:7), the spirit of power and love and sound judgment we are given (2 Tim. 1:7), the knowledge that God is going to win His battles. Satan and demons cannot hear us when we pray silently, which is why I think it’s important to pray out loud from time to time. There is power in saying Scriptures aloud and praising God that His ways are true and right.
Teach that to your kids! Show it to them in your lifestyle. The world will tell your children that Satan is not real but we know differently. You have to be the ones to guide them to the narrow path (Matt. 7:13).