Tuesday, 25 March 2014

An enemy that comes closer than a friend... (2)


As I went back into myself to help myself and reached outwards to my Creator but finding him deep within, I realized that I had lost many ‘friends’ for my behavior. Whether or not they were worth keeping in the first place was another cup of tea because the same behaviour that brought many questionable friends was the same that brought the most questionable in conscience, vision or the fear of God. Not saying much for me, eh?

Some had chased me away the best way they knew how- in some instances, in the strongest way possible. I should have known those who stuck had to be at best, strange and at worst, dishonourable. I had wondered why this particular ‘friend’ had stuck. I realized, it was never to help me through, though they were willing to listen- listening was to give them ‘ammo’. I realized it was never to see me overcome. It was just to keep me bound so they could always come and get something; get something for themselves one way or another.

Deluded, they needed me blind. Conscienceless, they needed me spiritually dead. I had reviled the ones who had chased me away. Today, I thank them- they would have got me thinking. Not the same old placid silent killer I had nurtured, loved and looked out for while I deteriorated.

I have since realised you don’t spend hours on the phone, days on end with any human without a vision. I have since realised the drive or ambition of a human is useless to me when not embedded in God. I have since realised that not everyone who comes after you cares for you.

I have come to realise that while it is common knowledge that ‘money don’t buy class’, I had had to learn the lesson that the wrong kind of people cut across black suits, rig overalls and blue coveralls.

I have come to realise that there are people who would stick close to you not because they care but just because they want to use you; because of what they can get from you. But these are of lesser worry to those who stick around you to your detriment- not just to take from you but would willingly destroy you. There are people who stick around you and depending on where you are, you are going to be turned against your own self.

It is left to you to take responsibility for yourself. Be a Victor not a victim. No one ever is a victim. A set of happenstances allowed sets them up for that. But no one is ever a victim…

… And I have also realized that I am a Queen destined for greatness; that I have the seed of God in me and no human defines me. That I have fought battles that few can understand, being through things that would destroy many, ate from the hands of snakes and I am still standing-  because God made it so!

To His glory I realise that anyone too blind to see these strengths in me, anyone who would set me up, anyone who would use my weaknesses against me is not a friend- is worth neither my time nor my effort.

I know who I am on the inside. I know where I am going. Most importantly, I know the God that I serve. I have no excuses, no apologies…

No to an enemy that comes closer than a friend... Not to anybody.

An enemy that comes closer than a friend.... (1)


How did Eve get caught? By opening her mouth (and heart) to Satan!

The devil is still using the same old tactics today- different packaging, different vessels, different time but the same old tactics.

I had a ‘friend’ recently who wouldn’t budge. Despite my better judgments, instincts to the contrary and countless warnings I refused to let this person go, cut them off.

Of course, the fact that they said all the nice things didn’t help. I had issues big time! I was reactionary, zealous sans knowledge, idealistic without the slightest clue on how to go about life and emotional to the extreme- yeah, the complete mix for volatility- unstable, actually.

The worst part of it was I had a conscience to go with it. Not just a conscience but an extremely gentle (weak?) one. I would bleed within for every misdemeanor for days on end. I would cry for actions I deemed (deemed, being the key word here) callous. I would vow never to repeat it again- until the next time. It was killing me! I was self-destructing it seemed.

In a relationship, the love I had to offer was toxic and the relationship abusive at best, it seemed (seemed, again being the key word).

Then I chose this person because they seemed to understand me; to let down my defenses with, to trust, to open up to (definitely, cursed is the man that trusts in the arm of flesh! Jer. 17:5) I had spent hours on end for days on end talking to this person that they knew exactly what to do with me- and it wasn’t nice.

While I killed myself for my reactions to signs I should simply have walked away from, I also endeared this person to myself with the mindset that they were the only friend I had. They understood me- knew the worst and still cared (I thought!). Guard your heart with all diligence (Prov. 4:23) was a scripture that stayed in the bible and not in my life, apparently.

By the time I realized that the only reason this person stuck around was because I was vulnerable, gullible and extremely easy to manipulate I was well gone. My own sense of guilt was the exact ‘tar’ needed to keep me forever indebted to them instead of walking away from insidious manipulations, looking for a way to sort myself out, finding the source of this strange behavior and be free. They stuck close- closer than any friend, for their own agenda and desires while I beat myself over the head for my nasty behavior.

It turned out I needed healing- in areas far more reaching than I cared to know. The devil had insidiously woven himself into my mind but when God was ready to set me free, one false slip was all it took. There had been more than enough false slips before… But this time it was time.
To be continued...