Here it is, very early Easter morning, and as I think about what we are celebrating today, I can’t help but imagine how difficult it must have been for Jesus to endure all that He went through just for my sake. Amazing love…thank you, Lord.
Two nights ago, Jeseca awoke gasping for air in the middle of the night. It was exactly the same type of episode that sent us to the ER before. I sprang up and immediately started asking God for help and mercy. Then I started rebuking the enemy. Jeseca later told me she thought it was Satan trying to choke her to death. I don’t doubt it.
This particular episode came just hours after we were encouraged by the account of a 30-year-old man who had to endure months of pain from cancer that the doctors told him would end his life. Just like Jeseca, this man (Mark, I believe) heard from God that he would be healed. While he was forced to go well beyond his comfort zone (the pain got pretty bad and he lost the use of one of his arms), God fully restored his health. We felt much better about our situation after reading Mark’s story; just hours later we were praying for her life. I just can’t stand the enemy!
Oh well. Today we celebrate the rising of our Lord and Savior from the dead. Who’s the man?! Jesus!