What Size Is Your Enemy

Me: Animals, flock around you like chickens on a june bug.

Prodigal: It must be my personality.

I have a dog. Animals lovers out there might be interested to know more. My dog is two years old, and still has puppy energy. He loves attention, and takes several walks a day. He is a Malt-tzu. He weights 12 pounds, and loves to play. You will find him often curled up laying right next to me, and just enjoying the time spent.

We were out for the last walk of the night before bed. Before I go further. Romans is one of those dogs who thinks everybody, and everything wants to play with him. He doesn’t understand giving people space.

We were taken one of the regular paths. Another man with his boxer was walking also. We were the only ones out that night. There were no cars, and nobody else was around. People had decided to stay in, and lights were on in the windows around.

Romans sees the boxer, and he pulls the leash in that direction. He does not bark, but he is pulling some. Before I know it, his collar around his neck has slipped off, and he is running full speed in the direction of the boxer, and the man.

This boxer is a big dog, and weighs about 65 pounds. They also have a lot of muscle on them. The man sees my dog, and picks ups his boxer in his hands, and carries the dog. He starts screaming in a panic,” please get your dog away”. He stays paralyzed with fear, and does not move.

Romans who loves to play, thinks this is a game. The man is not trying to leave. He decided to just stand there with his dog in his arms. Romans then starts circling the man, and his dog. He is not barking, but just kinda of jumping around him. Romans thinks this is a game. He thinks this man is joining in the game. I already have figured out this will be difficult to solve. Romans sees me coming, and thinks I want to play also. He does not listen to his sit command, because their is a game that is being played. The man continues to scream, and hold his dog not moving. I am chasing after Romans as Romans is circling this guy with is dog. It was an amusing imagine.

Finally after 4 or 5 laps, Romans gets bored. He realizes this was not a game, and moves on. I am able to grab his collar ,and put his leash back on.

I continued to think about the situation after we continued to walk. I felt very sorry for the man. He had no understanding about what was going on. He let fear control him.

The first thing is my 12 pound dog could never have won a dog fight against a boxer that is full of muscle, that probably weighs at least 65 pounds.

The second thing is my dog could never have won a fight against the man. Even if my dog bite him. It would have been at the ankles. It might have broke the skin or bruised him. My dog could never had pushed him to the ground, and took control of him physically. My dog is 12 pounds, and that man was at least 150.

The third thing is that he didn’t have to stay. He could have just moved on. My dog could not have made him stay.

The fourth thing is that the man did not recognize that my dog was in play mode, and not attack mode. There was not barking, or growling behaviors.

This man was defeated before Romans every made his way to him. This man did not understand that physically he would not have been destroyed. He did not understand that with certain movements he could have solved the problems.

This man allowed fear to tell him, that their was no way out of his situation. He allowed fear to make him believe that my dog could overcome his dog, and him.

That last thing was that this man did not figure out that the enemy was not my dog, but instead his fear. His fear is the what stopped him. His fear is what turned this situation into something that it was not.

We can laugh, feel sad, and understand how this guy felt. What he went through is what we are doing every day and week.

We don’t realize how little power the enemy really has.

We don’t realize how much strength we really have.

We don’t realize we can move on when the enemy does attack.

We don’t realize who the enemy really is.

Satan really does not have that much power.

James 4:7

Submit yourselves, then, to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.

We have amazing strength in Christ.

Ephesians 6:10

Finally, be strong in the Lord and in the strength of His might.

We can move on from an attack and do not have to stay in the present.

Psalm 129:2

Many times they have persecuted me from my youth up; Yet they have not prevailed against me.

We really do not understand who the enemy is. We think it is a person.

Ephesians 6:12

For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.

Finally if satan can get you to stay focused on fear. He does not have to do much of anything. Fear will cause you to instead stay immobilized. You will not move, and stay stuck.

Romans 8:15

For you did not receive the spirit of slavery to fall back into fear, but you have received the Spirit of adoption as sons, by whom we cry, “Abba! Father!”

God is trying to show you that you have allowed the enemy to circle around you, and create a state of fear in your life. The enemy has no power. The enemy is all show with no bite. You are screaming for help, when God has already given you the strength to overcome. Walk away from the fear. See it as it truly is. It cannot stop you, or hurt you. It cannot cause you to fall. It cannot win the battle. Just open your eyes, and believe.

Open your eyes, and see that satan is smaller than a 12 pound dog. You are physically no match for him. Why keep giving your power to satan? Why not stand up tall, and remind satan of the power of the living Lord.

Revelation 1:17

When I saw him, I fell at his feet as though dead. But he laid his right hand on me, saying, “Fear not, I am the first and the last.

Jennifer Van Allen

www.theprodigalpig.com

www.faithincounseling.org

4 Responses to What Size Is Your Enemy

  1. The man *might* have been ‘afraid’ that his (much larger) dog would do harm to tiny Romans?!… My childhood dog (a miniature poodle), was mauled to death by a doberman. :'(

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