If your word is a lamp to my feet
My next step is exposed
If your word is a lamp to my feet
I know the ground I step on
If your word is a lamp to my feet
All dangers are obvious
If your word is a lamp to my feet
I know what shoes I am to wear
If your word is a lamp to my feet
Those closest to me will see where I step
If your word is a lamp to my feet
Everything else looks dark
If your word is a lamp to my feet
I can see if the next step is level
If your word is a lamp to my feet
Your word must be in my hand
If your word is a lamp to my feet
I better hold onto it tightly
If your word is a lamp to my feet
I must know it very well
If your word is a light to my path
I can see where my steps are heading
If your word is a light to my path
I can plan for the journey
If your word is a light to my path
I can see the sideroads to avoid
If your word is a light to my path
I can avoid the pits and traps
If your word is a light to my path
Others can gaze ahead too
If your word is a light to my path
I need strong arms to hold it before me
If your word is a light to my path
Others will be drawn to it
If your word is a light to my path
No darkness can diminish it
If your word is a light to my path
Protection walks with me
If your word is a light to my path
The power that raised Jesus is in my hand
If your word is a light to my path
It is hard to be distracted by lesser lights
If your word is a light to my path
I have nothing to be afraid of
If your word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path
Everything is exposed for what it is
The creator is ever before me
Your brightness is
what I see the world through
I am grasping the Word of Life!
When writing the above I was under a nasty slowly brewing what felt more like
opression rather than depression. My feelings where getting worse and worse and I was beginning to loose all desire for anything in life. My thoughts seemed to be not my own and I was sinking helplessly. I knew I was at breaking point when my friend (who had
been praying for me when she was up at night with her newborn) asked me to visit so we could pray. For 4 days leading up to this I could not go more than a few hours without sobbing my eyes out, like the world had ended, and God had not gotten the glory He
deserved.
My crying was seriously distressing and my poor husband, who stepped up beautifully to support me, began praying also. When I was parked 100 metres from my friends place on the side of the road with uncontrollable sobbing ruining my carefully
applied makeup, I could barely breathe!
I txted her to say what was happening. She immediately prayed for me and I sat there alone on the side of the road with my sunglasses on, crying for nearly an hour. Finally, I drove home without ever getting
to catch up properly with my friend, and thinking I might be medically depressed and might need intervention outside of prayer.
That night I knew something deep down had broken for the better. Over the next 2 days I climbed up and broke free of my heavy
and dragging ball and chain, and saw the light and joy and insight return!
I don't know how to describe this other than spiritual attack. A few days later, a "random" comment came from an old friend at a school athletics event. She said Thames (my small
town) was becoming known as the "witch-hub" of New Zealand. She said this because I mentioned that life had been so hard this year with my husbands work and all the distress of my son's friend's suicide and sooo many other stressors, that we where thinking
of moving to a city (Tauranga).
She told me to stay. I felt the confirmation in the Spirit that this was a spiritual battle which is so much stronger than the hurts and stressors that daily life brings. I was to pick up the Word Sword and hitch
up my armour and give both ears to my Mastor Commander to hear what his next move was.
So this I am doing.
Yesterday on a walk, God asked for 2 weeks of my time. Nothing that was not of God or about the Word was to pass into me (ie, movies, etc).
Two weeks of all God. And that I could ask what I will during that time and He would give it to me. So far I am not sure what to ask. I am waiting until the fruit of fasting is at work and I can more clearly hear his heart and know his desires.
I know
in the natural perhaps, I beg him to let this land come on the market quickly so we could know either way if we are to build the Pilgrim's Progress on the hilltops overlooking town or not build it at all.
I just want what he wants.