Today began as any other...up at 6 a.m. and off to my Prayer/Reading Chair. Little did I know that within an hour the "accuser" would show up to test my resolve to be as Job who, in all of what life threw him, would be recorded in history as the man who was righteous or as the Bible describes him "blameless". No matter what transpired it was said of him "In all this Job did not sin, nor did he charge God with moral impropriety."
Yet, the "accuser" rests not! He is known as the liar, the father of lies, and the author of strife. Into this blessed time of quiet and peace he would enter with his arsenal of sharpened swords and spears to penetrate the deepest part of my heart. How would I respond? Clearly, as in the case of Job, there was in heaven a discussion brewing between the "accuser" and God over my responses. How would I respond...in my carnality or in my grace given nature? A test! Would I pass or fail? What would be written above in God's journal kept by my angel who is recording each and every word and thought, every facial countenance and expression? If I could see God's face would it shine with the smile of His love or would I see a tear rolling down His face? Would the "accuser" sign another guilt paper and insert it into my book or would my book stay unstained by his signature?
The "accuser" knows his time is short and I am his willing subject when I forget...forget God's promises, God's love, God's testimony of me His daughter, forget who I am in Him.
How did this test go? I sought the help of my blessed husband who gave me the wisest counsel and hug and thus sent the "accuser" into his dungeon to forge more of his skills. Being on my guard is a moment by moment thing.