June 17, 2008

God redeems with his revelation...

Some friends of ours own a local quarry. They are very generous people who allow others to enjoy their property whenever it's available. A while back, Jet and I had booked it for Friday and Saturday thinking that we'd camp there.

But last minute, due to the weather forecast, we decided to forgo Friday, arriving Saturday afternoon after Raegan's nap...



As we drove through the gate and pulled up to the spot, cars were everywhere. Cars of people that were not supposed to be there due to the fact that we had made arrangements with the owners.

Long story short. A large group of scuba divers were there. People who do have an agreement with the owners for use of the land. As long as they book it. And at a different part of the quarry than where they were. An agreement they were obviously disregarding.

But even when we confronted them on it, they were very nonchalant. told us when they planned on being done. and then remained a long time after they were done...just talking.

I won't even mince words. I was ticked. They were disrespecting us. AND the understanding they had with the owners. Everything about their indifference was disgusting.

We had our large doberman there. Jet made me keep him on the leash while those "trespassers" remained. But man, if I didn't want to just let him loose. "Sic 'em, boy!"

By the time they did leave and our friends arrived, I wasn't in the best of moods. The whole attitude of those people completely unnerved me and I had a hard time shaking it.

But thankfully, our girls had a blast. :) Here's Raegan wrapped in her Daddy's shirt because I forgot to bring warmer things for her.

These three girls were in heaven. Boats. Waters. Smores. Friends. Does it get any better than this?!

Soooooo...the next morning as I was getting ready, the memory of the whole ordeal flooded my mind all over again. And that anger over their disrespect and obvious rude indifference came rushing back.

And the thought hit me, "I so wish I had been one of the owner's daughters. Or had one of their children with us. THEN I would have had the authority to kick them out:

"Uh, hi. Here's the deal. My DAD owns this place. You're not supposed to be here as you and I both know. So you need to leave NOW."

Immediately, the Lord interrupted my thoughts and said, "You Do have that authority. In the spiritual realm. Because I am your Dad. And the Earth is MINE."

If nothing else came out of our family-weekend-gone-wrong...that personal revelation from the Lord was worth it. He has given me Authority to take back the land that the enemy (sickness, death, poverty, addiction, etc) has claimed as its own.