“ Submit yourselves, then, to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.”
James 4:7
Resistance Is My Way Out
{re·sist·ance – the refusal to accept or comply with something}
Some days he’s just right there.
When I’m hurt, he’s there with all the accusations for me to pick from, all the anger for me to wallow in, all the ways I can hurt back.
When I’m worried, he plays out worst-case scenarios, whispering the “what ifs” that stoke my fearful fires.
When I am anxious, he offers what will kill me with comfort.
When I have doubts, he’s there to feed them until they become unbelief.
Some days I feel trapped, blind to the companion of my flesh.
And then one day I remember that some days come and some days go and what makes them better days is if I take the way out God offers.
Submission to the One who leads me to life, and resistance to the one who leads me to destruction.
I have the choice to refuse to comply. The choice to say no to temporary comfort and rickety fixes, and say yes to the obedience that brings freedom.
Here is truth for my some days: It isn’t my singing or my shouting that puts the devil on the run.
It’s my resistance.
#jointheresistance
Karla Jo Wasion 