Cutting off the head of Goliath - (1)
Daily Word- Sept. 27,2018
In March of 2005 our son Cameron was killed in a car wreck on his way to get a passport photo so he could go with us on a mission trip to Nicaragua in April. We were devastated. Nothing on earth could have prepared us for what we were about to face. It is such a deep hurt that never goes away. It has been 13years this past March yet it seems like yesterday.
Rusty and I discussed whether or not we should cancel our mission trip which was coming up that April after our loss in March. I knew one thing, nothing would relieve the pain I felt. If I curled up into a ball and hid from life I was going to hurt. If I went ahead on the trip I was going to hurt. There was no way anything would be a solution.
We decided to continue on our trip. Several young people in our church including our youngest son stepped up and rallied around us and went with us on that trip. They gave me the strength to breathe as I felt my heart had been ripped out of my chest. I knew God had not done this awful thing but I did not understand why he hadn’t stopped it. My goal was to keep breathing. That’s as far ahead as I could function at that point. The question “why” came out of my mouth several times. I had trusted God to keep my family safe so “why” did He let it happen.
One night as I cried myself to sleep which was the norm at that point my heart was asking “why” with every beat. God gave me a dream. He took me to a huge valley. It was dark and I could see people lined up along one side of the valley. As I watched I saw demons walk up behind the people and one by one these demons would push the people into the dark valley. Then I saw a reset button like on an electric plug in, I heard the Lord say “ they push the people into the valley of death. They cause this but I have the final say. I take each one that has been pushed and I decide if it is better for them to stay with me or do I push the reset and send them back to their life.”
I understood it was not God that had stolen my son from me but it was the enemy and after God looked over my son it was His choice to keep him or to push the reset button and send him back to his body. I can not say I am ok with my loss, that will never happen, but I can say I understand that God is bigger than me and He knows the future, therefore I will choose to trust Him and leave it in His hands.
We went on that trip and numerous ones after that. I developed a rally cry every time we landed on the mission field . I became angry with Satan. He had stolen my son so I was going to make him pay, I was going to share about our Cameron. I was going to tell the hundreds of young people that would stand before me on the mission field that my son was killed getting ready to come and see them. Now the only way they could ever meet my son was to receive Jesus into their hearts and they could meet him in heaven. I saw hundreds of young people cry with me as I shared about our Cameron. And I saw hundreds receive Jesus! Satan had stolen my son and I was determined to make him pay by taking as many of his children from him as I possibly could! It was painful sharing the story over and over in the public schools in Nicaragua, but the hundreds of kids that received Jesus because of my telling it made it worth it.
Don’t be a victim, make Satan pay for every thing he has done to you! Like David take Goliaths own sword and cut his head off with it! Everything Goliath threatened he was going to do to David, David did the Goliath. Take the very weapons that the enemy has used against you and use them against him. Take the hurt he has put you thru and make him pay for it. Become a victor not a victim. Rise up and chase your enemy!
1 Samuel 17:50 - 51
50 So David triumphed over the Philistine with a sling and a stone; without a sword in his hand he struck down the Philistine and killed him.
51 David ran and stood over him. He took hold of the Philistine’s sword and drew it from the sheath. After he killed him, he cut off his head with the sword.
When the Philistines saw that their hero was dead, they turned and ran.
- Pastor Belinda