After high school I went on a hiatus from the church (and God) for years. I finally started attending again when I began to search for something more after my first son was born. I didn’t really know where to begin, so after speaking with our pastor we decided that I should start by attending the Alpha course. This is an amazing, life changing experience and I highly recommend it.
During a night of Alpha another attendee warned me that Satan may enter my life. She explained how he would do anything to stop me from following Christ, so expect sickness and other roadblocks from attending church, Alpha, and spreading the good word. I was actually kind of excited at the opportunity to become a warrior and put up a good fight, but Satan never came. He knew the truth. I wasn’t really a Christian, I was still searching, and soon enough my second son arrived and I became too “busy” to attend church or continue with any church related activities.
It wasn’t that I didn’t believe in God or try to honor him in my daily activities, but I wasn’t really active in my faith, nor did I fully trust. For the time being Satan left me alone, I’m sure he had bigger threats to deal with.
Now, a couple of years later, as I surround myself with Christian friends, make a conscious effort/decision to attend church with my kids, and even blog about Christianity, I can feel the roadblocks begin as Satan attempts interference. Friday night was the Good Friday Tenebrae service and although I wanted to be lazy and tuck in my boys for the night, I also legitimately wanted to attend this service. I was excited for it; I was craving time with God, so I went.
And so it began on Saturday morning. I woke up to my 2 year old vomiting on my husband, and as my husband cleaned himself up, our son continued to vomit on me and our bed. About an hour later, I got the bug. Then a couple of hours later my 4 year old got the bug. Once my oldest son started vomiting, I knew that it was over. I called my dad and let him know that we would not be over for Easter dinner and knew that Easter church services were not in our future. Instead of celebrating the good news, we were cleaning vomit, disinfecting, and comforting sick kids.
Maybe I’m being dramatic? Maybe this isn’t interference at all? I do find it very coincidental that the only one that was not sick is the only one that does not attend church or believe. Honestly, I think God had a hand in that. I don’t think that we would have gotten by with two sick parents (thank you, thank you, thank you, Jason!) Dramatic or not, I can see the signs. I know that I am finally on the right path and I plan to continue in this direction.
We didn’t get to celebrate Easter as planned, with friends and family and fellow Christians. We didn’t get to sing and rejoice that He has Risen! We didn’t get to have egg hunts and, to be honest, that magical bunny didn’t even arrive on time (but he did come during their naps). It’s ok because regardless of these things, Easter still happened. Jesus was resurrected. Nothing will ever change that. Happy Easter!