Luke 10:19 (NKJV) Behold, I give you the authority to trample on serpents and scorpions, and over all the power of the enemy, and nothing shall by any means hurt you.
Milk has long been my beverage of choice. I drank it with my lunch, and I drank it when I was thirsty.
One beautiful spring school day, I was walking outside headed to the lunchroom. My mission was to pick up that revered carton of milk, to go with my peanut butter sandwich.
Suddenly, one of the guys from the rough side of town came along side of me and told me to give him my lunch money. In fear that I was going to get beaten up, I reached into my pants pocket, and produced two shiny dimes and gave it to him.
Oh well, there would be no milk for me that day. So, I headed to the breezeway at the gym, and began to consume my lunch. If you have ever eaten a peanut butter sandwich with nothing to wash it down, just take my word… It’s no picnic. Let’s just say that I missed having that carton of milk.
The next day was another beautiful sunny day. So, I walked outside heading for the cafeteria, to get that carton of milk.
Wouldn’t you know that same guy from the rough side of town walked alongside me and demanded my money.
Remembering how difficult it was to enjoy my sandwich without that creamy carton of milk, I refused. Rough Guy told me that he was going to give me a beating, if I didn’t give it up.
I told him that he would just have to beat me, because I wasn’t going to give him my milk money. He looked at me, chuckled, and said “you’re all right”. He then walked away.
Some time later, my buddy told me that the guys from the rough side of town were coming into our neighborhood that night to fight our guys.
When night time came, sure enough they were waiting for us in the grassy area between two apartment complexes. The rough guy from school was the ring leader, and he stood on the sideline and coaxed his gang to fight us.
Every time one of his guys got ready to hit me, the ring leader would yell out “No not him, he’s alright”. My buddies got a beatdown that night. Thanks to my unexpected ally, I didn’t get a scratch.
When the fight was over, my buddy told me that his jaw was sore. Then he asked me, “What about you?” He could not believe me when I told him that I didn’t get hit.
Isn’t it funny how things work out?
Heavenly Father, you are Awesome! I am grateful for how you order my steps and protect me.
Amen.