Satan’s Superbowl

 

WARNING: THIS IS A LADIES FOCUSED POST, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

I am not a Superbowl watcher… I do not even care for the commercials… when I hear the word Superbowl I think unrealistic beer commercials, scantily clad cheerleaders, crude halftime shows, fixed game, sex trafficking, and millions of people who profess to know Christ forsaking Sunday night Bible study for a football game.

No offense to you if its your thing, it’s just nothing good really comes to my mind concerning it…

This year was no different.

My man and I had plans to leave the Monday following the infamous Superbowl Sunday for a couple of nights away in Nashville… my man was at home getting clothes washed and I was at church cleaning up after Sunday night children’s classes and setting up for our Monday Co-op. I was looking for a message someone had said they had sent me and when I couldn’t find it in my emails I went on over to Facebook to see if it was there… but when I went, I ended up seeing something that completely threw me for a loop.

An offhanded click of the “like” button sent this redhead into a talespin of self-image deprecation.

I don’t know if people really understand the danger in their offhanded remarks and statements and how much danger they can cause by the open door and foothold they offer freely to the enemy of our souls…

To see the glory and praise and even worship given to that which grieves the heart of our God is a sad sad thing…

So yes even though I did not watch the Superbowl, not even a commercial, the halftime show still managed to find me and so did Satan’s spiritual forces of darkness. As the flood of nausea swept over me I felt every ounce of overweight on my body. I felt completely unattractive and undesired. I felt the wrinkles around my eyes and dark circles that have formed under them. I felt the aftershock wave in my arms and the fact that my bottom is a lot lower than it used to be. I felt the very unfirmness of my once tight tummy. I thought how on earth can I go on this trip with my man and actually think he desires this body? Not to mention the fact that the menstrual cycle that was supposed o have ended several days ago was still lingering on…

The weight of oppression fell on me and I knew the trip my husband and I had been looking forward to for MONTHS was doomed. We had been looking forward to this time alone and away. We both needed to be renewed and to rest in each others arms…

I confessed my insecurity to my man. I sheepishly apologized from my irrationality. Yet, condemnation still weighed on me…

My dear sisters in Christ saw me the next morning and knew I was not right… I confessed and shared how I could feel that slimy serpent on my back, just jumping and breathing down my back… I confessed and my dear sister prayed and we laughed. It’s amazing how obvious satan’s tactics become when we expose them and its amazing how silly some of the crazy things that we think become when we speak them and get them out of the darkness of self…

I knew then that Satan was trying to stir his Superbowl pot…

He knew my husband and I had this trip planned and he wanted to ruin it.

He tried, but he did not succeed.

I came home from Co-op and went upstairs to see my man and as I reached him, he grabbed my chin in his hands and he looked me in the eyes and he told me how beautiful I was to him and that I was all he ever desired… and guess what… I believed him. After fourteen years with this man he still desires me and I still desire him… and I desire for him to desire me. I don’t care if anyone else ever desires me. I am not dancing on a stage hoping that lust filled little men and boys will buy my records. There is only one man’s eyes I want looking at me with desire… and that is my husbands.

We went on our trip. When we pulled into the hotel parking lot the hotel sign said: Rest, Relax, Rejoice, Rejuvenate.

Wow… God knows what He is doing all the time.

We went on our trip and we enjoyed each other. We walked holding hands down the mall. He discovered a tickle spot on me that in fourteen years he had not yet discovered. We laughed. We kissed. We talked. We loved. We made memories.

Satan’s Superbowl tried to ruin it, but we had the last laugh.

What the enemy intended for evil, God intended for good.

It is almost scary how much I love this man. I grow to respect him more each day. It is amazing, this beautiful thing called marriage. It truly is a mystery… when you think you can’t love someone any deeper, this lifewalk together takes you even deeper still… Marriage: a Beautiful Mystery.

For this reason a man shall leave his father and mother

and shall be joined to his wife,

and the two shall become one flesh. 

This mystery is great…

Ephesians 5:31-32

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