I was at my first job of the day, cleaning windows. I was nearly finished when I came to a window with three red wasps on the bricks beside it.

I emptied the can of wasp spray that I had in my belt. I saw the hole in the bricks that was birthing three more wasps.

I ran back to my truck for another can.

I emptied the can at the new three and into the hole. A few crawled through the foam and died.

I went back for another can.

Three more were flying around the window refusing to land. They seemed angry.

Trying to conserve the spray, I shot short bursts, but they evaded my blasts. As they briefly left the area, I would shoot more into the hole. Four more lost the battle. Three more emerged.

I saw a man picking up sticks in the yard next door. I waved, shouting, “I’m doing battle against the demon hordes.”

“I can see that!” He replied. He had an African accent.

Fighting the hordes cost me a bit of time, but I finished the job, unstung.

End of story?

Three and a half hours earlier:

Our Thursday men’s group was small this morning. Six men. But the time is always powerful.

When we wrapped up, Mike leaned over and said, ” I want you to know, this morning I woke up at four, and I couldn’t go back to sleep. I was impressed to pray for you. You work sooo hard. And in this heat?”

I’m always glad when someone tells me that they have prayed for me. I thanked him for following through and for telling me.

Wendy called as I was driving to my first job, and I told her about Mike’s prayer.

“Oh, no! Please be careful! ” I knew she would say this. Three years ago, I received a text from a brother in the Lord, also named Mike, telling me that he had been impressed to pray for me that morning. If you like, you can read about that here. BEHIND THE SCENES

So I went to the job, and, about an hour and a half into it began the battle against the devil’s air force.

I know we don’t battle against flesh and blood, but these rascals can really get to my flesh.

And, they make my blood boil.

When I didn’t get stung, and I finished the job, I began to think about Mike’s prayer, and the way the wasps would circle but not attack.

I began to think back to Mike’s prayer. It wasn’t random, was it?

That still small voice of the Almighty whispered in his ear, “Tell him about your prayer.” He obeyed.

When Wendy called, that still small voice of the Almighty whispered in my ear, “Tell her about Mike’s prayer.” I did.

Listening to that Voice and following it opens our “eyes of understanding” to see the invisible world surrounding the one we see with our eyes.

I realized that I have been leaning on Psalm 91 for the last year and a half. When fear came on me in the early days of the pandemic, I read it. And I have read it again and again and again. I have told Wendy over and over that I believe that these words are intended for us, and with all the lies we have been told throughout the last few years, this book is telling us the truth.

Who you gonna believe?

Are you gonna be afraid for the rest of your life?

As for me and my house, we will continue to dwell in the secret place of the Most High God, and rest under the Shadow of the Almighty.

Psalm 91.

“This I declare about the Lord: He alone is my refuge, my place of safety; he is my God, and I trust him.

For he will rescue you from every trap and protect you from deadly disease.

He will cover you with his feathers.

He will shelter you with his wings.

His faithful promises are your armor and protection.

Do not be afraid of the terrors of the night, nor the arrow that flies in the day.

Do not dread the disease that stalks in darkness, nor the disaster that strikes at midday.”

Psalms 91:2-6 NLT

https://bible.com/bible/116/psa.91.2-6.NLT