Wednesday, March 04, 2015

Snow

A subject that I am afraid to talk/think about is spiritual warfare, I don't understand it, and I'm afraid of what I'll learn and experience if I seek understanding of it. 
Well, about a month ago when everything at camp went wrong all at once and there was chaos in everything where the week before everything was going exceptionally well, 3 people told me this felt like spiritual warfare. 

I talked a little about it with my boss a teeny bit with another co-worker, but by my third conversation with my roommate I got real honest in my fear and confusion. She told me that I need to read a book on it "Beautiful Battle" by Mary E DeMuth. 

I'm barely in it. But I got to one part and I thought "SNOW!" was flooded with flashbacks of my past and how snow continued to ruin so many times of hanging out with skip. 

If you recall my story, me and Skip kinda/sorta knew each other for 4 years, then became really good friends for a year, then one day, I had a realization that I may like this guy a little more than just as a random friend I frequently hang out with. 
The timing couldn't be worst, Skip was starting to launch a real career and he started to travel all the time. But when ever he was home, it seemed to always snow-- like buzzard snow and we barely ever got to hang out. It was awful. I became so bitter at the snow. 
I never thought that it came just as the right time to keep us away. But what if it did? What would our relationship look like if we didn't have the snow blocking us from so many times from being together? 

I started liking him in September and by December of that same year he suddenly moved. In those 4 months, he was gone for half of it by traveling - 2 weeks home, 2 weeks gone. And in that very short amount of time, snow ruined our plans 4-8 times. That is so significant! 

I don't know if that perfectly timed snow was from God-to create this long and amazing journey of waiting. Or was a satan-placed stumbling block that was built with snow and God is now opening up the door that was closed before. 

Or was it just snow?! We lived in Denver, it's just how it is there, stop reading into it. 
I'm sure it's one of those, I personally think the second one- even though I understand that answer the least. 

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