Dartboard

Today, I was reminded again of some of the best advice Mom has ever given me.


It was an absolutely beautiful day. I had a wonderful time at the social last night. Woke up and went to all of my classes. Then spent what should have been a meaningless afternoon running errands with my boyfriend, but turned into such a fun couple of hours being with him and enjoying the weather. Chapter was just a paper chapter. I got to play with my nieces (the puppies), and Julia and I went over to the boys house to have steaks for dinner. Complete and total blissful, enjoyable day. 


But this morning I got all stressed out and worked up over my classes, how busy I am, and all the things I had to get done. And then tonight, some silly girl got under my skin and caused a little tension in my relationship. Just stupid little annoyances...just darts.


Whenever I'd had a perfect day and dumb little things brought me down, Mom always told me that it was just Satan throwing darts at me. It was his way of trying to ruin my happiness and good mood. It was his way of trying to bring me down and give me a sour attitude. But Mom always said I had to tell him no. Tell him that I wasn't going to take it. I won't put up with his darts, and I won't let them hurt me. 


So today was one of those days when I was the dartboard. Today I let Satan get a few stabs in. I let him make me feel discouraged, frustrated, and just plain not good enough. I let him bring me down, and I let him take away from the wonderful day I had filled with beautiful weather, lots of laughs, and some of the best people I could ask for. It's so important to remember that we do have an enemy, and that he does not want to see us happy. He does not want to see us glorify God, nor does he want God's light to shine through us. So it's important when we are the dartboard, to catch those darts and tell Satan no. It's important not to let him in and allow ourselves to have those perfect days. After all, I truly am much too blessed to be stressed. :)


"Don't take much for this crazy world to rob me of my peace, and the enemy of my soul says You're holding out on me. So I stand here lifting empty hands for You to fill me up again." -Francesca Battistelli