Spiritual Warfare

In the weeks before leaving for Africa last year, I experienced unexplained nightmares, fears, worries and anxiety. During this time I learned to cling to the Lord in a whole new way by falling asleep reading Psalms where David states "In peace I will both lie down and sleep; for you alone, O LORD, make me dwell in safety," (Psalm 4:8) and "I lay down and slept; I woke again, for the LORD sustained me" (Psalm 3:5). It wasn't until I got to Zambia that I recognized these nightmares for what they were: spiritual attack. During my one on one time with the boys, nearly each boy reported terrible nightmares, nightmares about Satan and darkness that made my dreams all of the sudden not seem so bad. However, through my experiences with dreams, I was able to encourage the boys with scripture to pray before they fell asleep and equip them with the most powerful tool God had equipped me with during my night terrors: prayer in Jesus name. Before I would go to sleep, I would pray for God to protect my dreams from the enemy in Jesus name. I pray often for God to protect me mentally, physically, emotionally and spiritually, but it wasn't enough. I needed to pray for God to fight Satan in this spiritual battle while I slept. And the Lord is faithful to do so, He fights for me and is my Deliverer. My sleep became pleasant again (I had begun to dread going to sleep) and I saw the same result when my boys and I prayed for God to protect their dreams. Suddenly nightmares of the enemy chasing them in the form of a snake went away and they were allowed a dreamless nights sleep. Glory to God in the highest!!!

I had forgotten about the power of these attacks until this past week. The nightmares started again and this year, the anxious thoughts and worries while I'm trying to go to sleep are more intense than anything else. I dread closing my eyes in the silent darkness because the attacks begin. And they are draining. A friend pointed out to my mom that these are not American spiritual attacks, they are African spiritual attacks. I learned last year that spiritual warfare looks a lot different in Africa than it does in America and I've heard from other friends who have dealt with spiritual attacks specific to the countries they would be doing missions in. In Zambia, the attacks come in the form of nightmares about Satan and darkness and sometimes come in the form of demons that have to be called out. I had never dealt with spiritual attack in this capacity before going to Zambia last summer. Young children deal with depression (an attack that we are more familiar with in America, but probably more so as teens and adults). You can visibly see either darkness or light in the eyes of the children you encounter; many times a sign of the oppression, abuse or neglect they are suffering. It was a joy to witness so many of my boys, sweet Samuel included, come to camp that first day with complete hollowness and darkness in their eyes, but leave camp just 5 days later with hope and joy and light restored in their beautiful young eyes.

This year through the spiritual attacks, I'm realizing that my attacks (as difficult as they are) are only for a season. And when I wake up in the morning, I can't believe that I would stay up fretting over something that in the light of day seems so trivial and irrational. But for the kids in Zambia, and many around the globe, these attacks are a daily struggle and last much longer than a season. The fears of these children are actually their reality as they deal with poverty, rape, abuse, neglect, hunger and abandonment daily. The other thing God has revealed to me is that just because I don't feel the struggle of spiritual attack going on all the time, doesn't mean that He isn't actively fighting the battle for me all the time. The Bible is clear that “Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour” (1 Peter 5:8). This realization came yesterday when despite not feeling very spiritually close to my Father as I desired, I continued to read my bible and sing praises to Him. As I sang and felt nothing about the words I was singing, I confessed to God how much I longed to feel Him near and to feel His love. And just as soon as I prayed that prayer, God answered it by placing His hand between me and the attacks so that instead of anxiety, worry and depression, all I experienced was resting in the Lord and enjoying being in love with Him. The sun had come out from behind the clouds, the waves that were rocking me stopped. I'm aware that at any moment God could lift His hand and allow me to experience more spiritual battle, but I thank Him for at least a little time of restoration so that I can stand strong once again against the enemies attacks. And I praise God for fighting these supernatural battles whether I'm tuned in to the spiritual warfare happening around me or not.

As I prepare for a second trip to Africa, I pray that God would use me as His vessel and use these trials to encourage the orphans I'll be with all week. I have no doubt that they are in this moment going through attacks similar to mine and I thank God that I already know how to specifically pray for them. And I can't wait to sit and listen to what they were going through during this time that I didn't know them, but I was praying...this experience last year was so cool and gave me goosebumps as I realized that the prayers the Holy Spirit had left on my heart for these kids I had never met were so exactly the prayers they needed at that exact time. How cool is that??? I pray that any children I meet with darkened, hardened, hollowed eyes will leave camp at the end of the week with bright, glowing, joyful eyes full of light and love as they learn that they are Royal Prince's and Princess' in God's Kingdom. And I pray that I and the group of kids I'll meet this year would resist the devil and stand strong against his attacks so that he will flee from us (James 4:7). Please join me in these prayers!