Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Everything tends to 'start' small...beware!

It's the little things.
Small.
Seemingly insignificant.
"Put carts here."
(That's a pet peeve of Joyce Meyer's...returning the grocery cart to where it belongs.)


Small thing.

Refilling the toilet paper if you used the last tiny sheet of it.

Small thing.

Small things become habits...
habits reveal character.
If we're too busy to return things and refill things,
then possibly we're 'too busy'.

Or lazy.

But we'll opt for 'busy'...
sounds more important.

I sit here reflecting on other small things.
The apple in the garden.
Small thing.
The leak in The Titanic.
Small thing.

What starts as small can have huge ramifications.

That's how the enemy works. He's  subtle.  He tries to fly under the radar so you don't notice his craftiness.  If he can slip in undetected, he has a better chance at tripping you up.  The things you disregard as 'No big deal' can suddenly have titanic implications.

Just as a 'small' candle left unattended could burn your house down,
small compromises left unattended can ruin your home too.

Here's an exerpt from a Beth Moore book titled, "When Godly People Do Ungodly Things" describing perfectly the trap:

"My name is Had .  You may know me, but you may not know my new name.  You may have no idea what I've been through because I do my best to look the same.  If I could really talk to you and you could really listen, I'd tell you I have no idea how all this happened.  Honestly, I was just like you.  I didn't plan to be Had.  I didn't want to be Had.  One day I hadn't, then the next day I had.

Oh, I know where I went wrong.  I have rewound the nightmare a thousand times, stopping it right at the point where I departed the trail of good sense.  The way ahead didn't look wrong.  It just looked different.  Strange, he didn't look like the devil in the original scene.  But every time I replayed it, he dropped another piece of his masquerade.  When he finally took off his mask, he was laughing at me.  Nothing seems funny any more.

If only I could go back.  I would see it this time.  I would walk around the trap camouflaged by the brush, and I would not be Had.

Would you believe I never heard the trap shut?  Too many voices were shouting in my head.  I just knew I got stuck somewhere unfamiliar and soon I didn't like the scenery anymore.

You see, I wrestled with the devil and he gave me a new name.  Had."

Micah 7:8
"Do not gloat over me, my enemy!

Though I have fallen,
I will rise,

Though I sit in darkness,
the LORD will be my light."

"I'm so glad I did not out sin your ability to forgive me, Lord!" ~ Beth Moore

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