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Cut the head off the snake

Cut the head off the snake

But I am afraid that just as Eve was deceived by the serpent’s cunning, your minds may somehow be led astray from your sincere and pure devotion to Christ. (2 Corinthians 11:3)

I spend much time on my knees, whether praying or pulling weeds. While I don’t always do these two things together, my Heavenly Father and I continually communicate. I feel incredibly close to Him when I’m basking in His creation.

I’ve been gardening for as long as I can remember. I vividly recall pulling onions and beans from our vegetable bed when I was 7, living in Nebraska. When we moved to Maryland, 6 years later, I took pride in the vegetables I helped plant and tend in our family garden, and was delighted to assist my grandfather as he harvested beans, corn, kale, squash, and tomatoes in his gardens. I’ve plotted, planned, weeded, cultivated, and tended gardens my whole life. There’s nothing quite as satisfying as home-grown vegetables.

Landscaping, too, is one of my favorite pastimes. Taking a blank canvas and creating colorful plant paintings has always brought me extensive joy.

Our front yard landscaping is surrounded by David’s painted timbers.

Our Georgia yard has 13 plant beds. All but 2 have flowers, and all need to be weeded, mulched, and cared for in their own special way. As with every home I’ve ever lived in, the previous owners had no flowers and only used pine straw. I prefer using wood mulch for its aesthetic appeal.

Canna lilies, lantana, ornamental grass and concrete statues cover our septic tank.

When I first moved here, I ordered 12 cubic yards of mulch delivered to my house. The dump truck dropped it into my front driveway. It took well over a month to scoop the mulch into a wheelbarrow and tote it around my yard to the beds I’d weeded, covered with landscape fabric, and planted flowers in – both in front and behind my house. This year, David and I added a new vegetable bed to a sunnier part of my yard. He also cut, painted, and installed landscape timbers around everything, replacing my plastic edging and making everything look classier.

Flowers and vegetables line the back fence while blueberry bushes accompany a bird bath and wind chimes in our yard.

It’s taken 3 years and most of this summer to reach the point where my vision for the space is nearly realized. I still need to weed more and add flowers to one last bed, but everything looks beautiful. I was happy to hear David say our yard is like a park.

Colorful zinnias draw beautiful butterflies to our garden.

I see God’s fingerprints on all the brightly colored flowers, butterflies, and birds that visit our yard and marvel at the beauty of His creation. The hundreds of hours of sweat equity I put into the space are nothing compared to the joy that fills my soul as I look out at all the colors and life in our property.

Our 8-foot-tall tomato plants sit adjacent to our zinnia bed.

Six weeks ago, something surprised me in our yard that forever changed the way I work in it. I follow a precise path when watering our backyard, strategically moving the hose around to bring me back to the hose reel where I began. It was when I doubled back to water one of our new beds that something caught my eye.

Snake in our yard, coiled under a blueberry bush.

To prevent the birds from stealing our blueberries, David created a wooden frame with bird netting that covered our plants from tip to ground. While watering the vegetable bed behind one of the bushes, I noticed a coiled snake beneath it. I had just walked within feet of this plant as I watered several beds around it, never seeing the reptile.

“David,” I calmly called, “Come see this. It does not look good.”

I had warned David about the snakes in our area. There is a wet weather canal behind our home, and I’ve seen black snakes, racers, garters, and even a 3.5-foot-long corn snake in my garden. David rescued a toad from the mouth of a small garter snake – not once but twice in recent months.

“Snakes are good,” he said at the time.

“Some snakes are, but there’s a reason why the devil took the form of a serpent,” I remember telling him. “I don’t mind the good snakes, but I’ve heard from neighbors and even the former owner that there are bad snakes here, too. Georgia is famous for its rattlesnake roundup. I know neighbors who’ve seen copperheads and rattlers around here, too.”

This colorful corn snake who visited our yard looks menacing but is non-venomous.

After seeing this snake, David immediately knew that this one wasn’t the good kind. “He has a diamond-shaped head,” David observed. “I’ll take care of it.”

While David searched our shed for the proper tool to use as a weapon, I stood back and opened my Seek app on my cell phone, wondering if the application I used to classify plants might also identify snakes.

It did.

“David,” I exclaimed, “That’s a water moccasin. It’s venomous. Please be careful!”

As I stood back to watch, I began praying in earnest. “Please, Lord, protect him. Please keep David safe!”

While we weren’t sure if the netting that covered our plant would prevent the snake from striking, thankfully, it did. Two blows later, following David’s apology to the reptile for having to kill it, he picked the dead creature up and tossed it into the canal.

“You had to do that, David,” I assured him. “Thank God you were here to do so. I couldn’t have done what you did. It’s a miracle that it didn’t strike while I was watering around it. I was within a foot of where it sat and never saw it until I came back. It could have bit you, me, or one of the dogs at any time.”

David holds up the decapitated water moccasin before tossing it into the canal behind our home.

“I know,” David replied. “I still didn’t like doing it.”

David and I were a bit nervous walking in the yard for quite a while after that encounter. “I’ve knelt all around this yard,” I told David. “Thank God the snake was under the netting today. Who knows what could have happened if he’d been anywhere else?”

While I was grateful that nothing happened to any of us with this dangerous creature lurking in our yard, it later struck me how Satan’s plans for us are so like those of that reptile. He’s always lurking around, waiting for just the right time to strike at us with his arsenal of fear, anxiety, stress, depression, anger, greed, and jealousy. We often don’t see him. He is a master of disguise and knows precisely how to manipulate us. Paul reminds us in 2 Corinthians 11:14 that “Satan himself masquerades as an angel of light.”

Many people no longer believe in the Devil – or they think of him as a caricature, with horns and a pitchfork, sitting on our shoulders, whispering silly thoughts into our heads that we can brush off with a simple flick of our hands. According to a 2023 Gallup poll, only 58 percent believe such a thing as the Devil exists. Only 1 percent more believe in a literal hell.

https://www.baptistpress.com/resource-library/news/gallup-belief-in-god-satan-angels-heaven-hell-at-23-year-low/

Believe it or not, there are now “After School Satan Clubs” in public classrooms across our nation. While these groups were created by The Satanic Temple (ST), an organization recognized by the IRS as both a religion and a church, the organization insists that they don’t “worship Satan.”  According to Lucien Greaves, the temple’s co-founder, the organization believes “the concept of Satan to be a ‘mythological framework’ that encourages people to question authority and follow ‘the best available evidence.” The group has gone so far as to use a cartoonish depiction of Satan as their club symbol to portray the Devil as a silly creature.

The group claims they will “only teach Satan as a ‘literary figure’ and that it ‘does not attempt to convert children to any religious ideology’ but ‘supports children to think for themselves.'” They hope to entice young people to join their clubs by offering “science projects, community service projects, puzzles and games, nature activities, arts and crafts, and snacks.” I think they protest too much, which makes these groups all the more suspicious. If they don’t believe in Satan, why use his name in their organization at all?

If these clubs are so innocent, why did this self-proclaimed altruistic group pay $100,000 for an 8,000-pound, 9-foot-tall statue of Baphomet – a winged, goat-headed creature frequently utilized as a symbol of  Satanism – to represent their temple? And why does this statue prominently feature two children staring up at the face of this creature if the ST agenda has nothing to do with luring innocents to the face of evil? And why is the statue housed in their so-called “conversion room” in Salem, Massachusetts, if it has nothing to do with seeking converts? And yet, the group would have no one question the purpose of their after-school clubs. 

Despite these claims of neutrality, kindness, and fun, 1 Peter 5:8 tells us to “Be alert and of sober mind. Your enemy, the Devil, prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour.” We must stay vigilant, alert, and prayerful – connected to God’s Word and strengthened by his power if we hope to resist the Devil’s snares.

Ephesians 6:10 tells us we must “Be strong in the Lord and in His mighty power.” James 4:7 reminds us to “Submit yourselves, then, to God. Resist the Devil, and he will flee from you.”

Whether it’s a snake in the grass or the Devil on the prowl, we can’t allow such things ever to gain a foothold in our lives. We must remain vigilant, alert, and connected to God’s Word. Only then can we successfully cut off the head of the snake and retain our victory in Christ.

Thunked by Satan

Thunked by Satan

In my last post, I wrote about the one-week jaunt David and I took to San Diego, CA. What I haven’t shared yet is how the Devil tried to attack us and steal our joy along the way. 

Satan is tricky. There’s no doubt about that. Sometimes, the bombs he throws at us are debilitating and painful – a frightening medical prognosis, a vehicle accident, a lost job. Whack. Whack. Whack. The gut-punches take our breath away. We can feel the prize-fighting jabs even as we struggle to our feet and attempt to stand up in faith. 

At other times, Satan ambushes us with more subtle and sinister assaults. Like a child banging on a pot with a spoon, the Devil may get under our skin by thunking us with little things – a disappointment, a harsh word from a friend, even a bad experience in rush-hour traffic. It makes no difference what he uses to bring us down. That’s always his goal. 

Satan can’t strip us of our salvation. What he can do is stop our praise and service to Christ – and he will stop at nothing to do so. Whenever we take our eyes off our blessings and rest them squarely on our circumstances, he wins. We are often way too quick to forfeit our calm for his chaos. Every day, he works vigilantly to test us – and too often, we give in. 

For me, the thunking began when we woke up in Colorado after our long layover. After spending the night at my mom’s house, David and I planned to eat breakfast, then zip to the airport for our 11:00 am Mountain Time (MT) flight that would have gotten us into San Diego by 2:00 pm Pacific Time (PT). We should have had plenty of time to grab our rental car, sightsee along the coast, and then drive an hour to settle into our vacation home long before dark. 

Snowy mountaintops visible from our flight from Denver to San Diego.

Instead, I woke that Sunday morning to find that our flight had been delayed by four-and-a-half hours – without explanation. Apart from missing a half-day in San Diego, I knew right away that we wouldn’t be able to pick up our pre-paid rental car before the site closed for the day. My call to the agency advising them of our delay and plea for a later pick-up fell on deaf ears. I was told that no changes were allowed. The car couldn’t be held and picked up the following day. 

Thunk. Satan’s blow hit my gut. I would lose my pre-paid rental fees with this turn of events. How was I going to react to this jab? The choice was up to me. And so, I began to pray. 

While I was disappointed with the delay and additional expense of renting a new car, I was determined not to let it get to me. Even more so, I would praise God for the delay instead of getting upset. After all, we had extra time with my mom and brother, which was a tremendous blessing. I was also traveling to San Diego with my husband, which was a splendid reason to rejoice. David and I made the best of it and were soon on the ground in California, marveling at the three-story-tall palm trees and the promise of a new adventure. Yay, God!

David and me outside the San Diego airport at twilight.

Although this trip wasn’t a vacation, my remote work afforded me with the opportunity to start my day long before dawn in PT while keeping my regular Eastern Time zone (ET) hours. Starting early also gave us open afternoons to explore the area – an advantage we were more than happy to capitalize upon. 

As a bonus, the three-day Martin Luther King Jr. holiday weekend afforded us a full, sunny day to tour the San Diego Zoo on Monday. After purchasing discounted tickets online, our next challenge was finding someplace to print paper tickets on a holiday in a city we’d never visited. And so, we prayed. 

Thunk. It’s always something, I thought. 

David and I loved hearing all about the San Diego Zoo’s inhabitants from atop a double-decker tour bus, included in the park’s admission.

Not easily deterred, I began searching online for an open office supply store somewhere near us. Praise God! We found one! Although the shop was across town, and I missed a few turns, our delay was nominal. We soon had our tickets and were on our way to the zoo. 

Throughout the day, David and I thanked God continuously for the privilege of visiting this world-renowned zoological park. With this fantastic activity, we more than made up for our lost time on Sunday. 

Then Tuesday happened. At precisely 8:00 am, we were shocked to hear the noise of a Bobcat tractor – grinding and beeping as it reversed gears just outside our condo window. Peering outside, we discovered cloudy skies, high winds, and a construction crew making back-and-forth passes between the interior courtyard and the street in front of us. As it turned out, our peaceful getaway spot had become a construction zone overnight, and the weather had taken a considerable turn for the worse. 

Thunk. Thunk. Satan’s banging had started again. 

Rather than getting angry, I prayed before penning a diplomatic letter to our property manager – including photos and videos of the construction activity. After complimenting them on our accommodations, I expressed disappointment at not being informed of the significant renovation work happening around us for the remainder of our stay. Much to my delight, we were given a generous return of a sizeable chunk of our vacation rental fees. Ultimately, the ordeal became one more item to thank God for in our noon-day prayers. 

While watching the ongoing construction and deciding what we’d do on this less-than-perfect day, we met a fellow vacationer who advised us that we could see sea lions in an area not far from where we were staying. Despite the coolness of the afternoon and the cloudy weather, David and I were thrilled to walk roughly a mile and a half to see these hefty and humorous pinnipeds vying for space along a floating platform near the marina in Oceanside, CA. Had the weather been better and the construction not happened, we might never have encountered the neighbor who helped guide our unexpectedly happy afternoon. The victory belonged to God, yet again!

On Wednesday, we traveled to Torrey Pines State Natural Reserve and hiked up to the cliffs that make this area so scenic. While cloudy and cool during our hike, by the time we arrived at the picturesque “Beach Walk” trail and overlook, the skies had cleared to reveal a spectacular oceanside panorama that only a Divine Creator could orchestrate. The unique patterns carved into the natural sandstone cliffs by rain only added to the magnificence of this place. 

Thursday being our warmest and sunniest day, David and I opted to travel down the coast to La Jolla to visit their unique claim to fame – the magnificent Seal Beach. Despite its name, this area is more highly populated by sea lions, cormorants, and pelicans. While I had been dreaming about this type of event for years, nothing could have prepared me for the experience of seeing such an abundance of wildlife in its natural habitat. 

The sea lions along La Jolla beach congregate together along the cliffs.

After finding a rare parking spot along the main street, David and I caught our first glimpse of the La Jolla cliffs, which were teeming with pelicans and cormorants. With barely a foot or two between them, the birds rested on cliff faces and along the adjoining rocky shore walls. Whether the birds were preening, sunning, or showing off to potential mates, the rocks were brimming with seemingly hundreds of them. I could hardly thank God enough for this exceptional encounter with His magnificent creation in its native domain. 

As we moved down the La Jolla Cove, the sea lions became more numerous – taking full advantage of the beautiful coastline to put on quite a show for David, me, and the hundreds of other tourists visiting this area. Oblivious to their onlookers, these pinnipeds went about their regular sea and shore activities – seemingly without a care in the world. From the napping sea lion on the beach whose head rested on a rocky pillow to the young pinniped raucously frolicking together along the rocky plateaus, the whole scene surpassed my wildest expectations. I could have sat and watched these animated creatures for days. 

Remaining a safe distance away, I couldn’t help but capture this moment on the beautiful La Jolla Cove seashore with a sleeping sea lion behind my right shoulder.

As an avid wildlife enthusiast, I couldn’t get enough of the majestic biosphere in front of my eyes. Like a scene from a Discovery Channel documentary, something magical was happening everywhere I looked. Whether it was the large bull chasing other males away from his prized mating spot between the sandy shore and the jagged rocks or the adolescent youths who struggled to find the best haul-out locations along the rocky cliffs, I knew I had been given yet another gift from God in witnessing such grandeur. 

As darkness descended, we reluctantly returned to our car only to discover that our leisurely half-hour return trip had grown to an estimated hour-and-a-half in crazy traffic. As David and I crept out of town, one slow street at a time, the tension in our car was palpable as we both had different ideas about which lanes to be in. I turned off the radio to concentrate even as David wanted to listen to music to relax. 

And so, I began praying again. I could practically hear the Devil’s thunking as we crept out of La Jolla only to be blitzed by the frenzied drivers that sped along the six lanes of traffic with four merging arteries along the chaotic San Diego freeway. As traffic repeatedly surged and stopped several nerve-shattering times along the way, I couldn’t help but grip the steering wheel a bit tighter amidst all the chaos of a California rush hour. 

Once we’d returned to our condo, I thanked God for our safe passage and silently told Satan I wasn’t going to let him steal the euphoria of our spectacular afternoon. We had been gifted another blessed day, and I wouldn’t let anyone or anything tarnish it. 

Nothing can match the peace I felt watching the sun go down along the La Jolla beach.

On Friday, our last day, we stayed close to the condo – only venturing down to watch the local sea lions once more and take a long, slow walk along the beach. At this point in our journey, I felt incredibly privileged to have taken this trip despite its ups and downs. Seeing another part of the country, let alone the opposite seashore, was exhilarating – especially with my David. 

The ebbing sunlight added even more beauty to the spectacular scenery above the cliffs at the Torrey Pines State Natural Reserve.

We were up at 4:00 am for an hour-long drive to the airport to begin our travel home on Saturday morning. Upon landing in Denver for another long connection before flying to GA, I ventured to check my rental car receipt only to find my final bill had more than doubled my initially quoted price—double thunk. 

Supplemental insurance and roadside assistance had been mysteriously added to the bill against my wishes. Four phone calls, three messages, two texts, and an email later, someone finally called me back from the rental agency. After repeatedly assuring the agent that I’d expressly declined additional coverage, I was asked to email my insurance information so she could take up my case with her on-site manager. All this happened while I was sitting in the airport, miles from home, waiting for my connecting flight.

At this point, I was nearly at my wit’s end. Deprived of sleep, frustrated at the repeated challenges, and worried about a double charge on my account, I could feel the tears threatening to spill from my eyes as I told David I was tired of constantly fighting for everything. After hanging up the call, I stood up and melted into my husband as he caressed my back. Praying out loud in the A-concourse of the Denver International Airport, we asked God to give us the strength to get through our journey and amend this problematic situation. After saying “Amen,” I told David I needed to walk. So, walking we did.  

Passing a bathroom, I stepped inside and purposely put on my red lipstick, dried my eyes, and returned to tell David that I was determined to be like Nancy Wake, the phenomenal, Australian-born WWII leader of the French resistance whose story I’d just finished reading. Whenever facing particularly challenging situations, Nancy always put on her lipstick. On one such occasion, Nancy explained her penchant to a fellow freedom fighter, reminding him that he’d never go into battle without his armor. For Nancy, her armor was her lipstick. At that moment – in addition to prayer – I was determined also to make it mine. 

To my declaration, David hugged me anew and grabbed my hand, yelling for the entire airport to hear, “I love this woman!” His announcement made me smile and only furthered my resolve. With God’s help, we would get through this latest thunking. 

And so, we did! Not long later, the rental car agent called me back to let me know they were refunding my overcharges. To that great victory, David and I threw up our joined hands to formally proclaim, “Yay, God!” to whoever cared to listen. 

Not content to suffer defeat, the Devil tried to steal our victory again just a few minutes later—sneaky thunk. 

As we prepared to board our connecting flight, we were greeted by a nasty gate agent who challenged the bag sizes of everyone carrying a personal item by forcing all of us to verify “to [her] satisfaction” that all bags were the proper size or pay an $89 gate fee. After removing many items from my small bag and adding them to David’s tote, we were finally on our way home. Many others whose personal items were sprawled out along the airport floor, desperately trying to make their bags fit the small space, were not so fortunate. They didn’t, after all, have David – and perhaps not even God on their side. I know I did. 

And so, we made it home without any further incidents. 

It’s taken me weeks to finish this blog due to my intense schedule and our return to VA Beach for David’s work on his house there again. Each time I can’t write, I feel Satan’s thunkings. 

Nevertheless, not a day goes by when I am not incredibly grateful that I have a not-so-secret weapon to get me through the Devil’s attempts – the incredible power of prayer. It’s prayer and God’s guidance upon which I base every decision, every day, and every moment of my life. 

God gifted us with this spectacular sunset while flying home from San Diego.

I am also a firm believer in putting on the armor of God each day – without which I could never stand. As Ephesians 6: 10-13 tells us, “Finally, be strong in the Lord and in His mighty power. Put on the full armor of God, so that you can take your stand against the Devil’s schemes. For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. Therefore, put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand.”

I’ve learned firsthand that God’s armor can only protect me if I wear it. Without God’s protection, I’d never stand a chance of withstanding the enemy’s blows. Whether he chooses to throw nuclear bombs at me or subtle punches to take my eyes off my blessings, I will never let him win. 

More importantly, I will never stop praying. God knows my heart and is aware of the battles I’ll face today – large and small – before they ever come my way. That thought gives me great comfort. I’d never make it through Satan’s thunkings without it.