So seriously, the last couple of days have felt like i have been under some major attack. now i don't know if it is because i have been reading a book that has caused me to think more about spiritual things, but over the last couple days i feel like i have been getting it from all angles...
Let me explain...
Annsley is out 17 month old daughter, really she is amazing... smart, funny, out-going, and since day one she has been a really good sleeper.
Over the last couple of nights (4-5) Anns has been waking up multiple times crying, I don't know if it is a bad dream, bad Chinese food (we are not really feeding here spicy asian cuisine), or what. But you know this as well as i do... if she is crying, then we are up. Sometimes she will get herself back to sleep on her own, but not last night.
We had our normal routine, bath, playtime, brush teeth, and cuddle on daddy's lap while we watch her "shows". Only this time she screamed bloody murder when ever we tried to put her in her crib. This wasn't the normal "i don't want to go to sleep" cry... it felt like something more.
finally she went to sleep, but at 2:30am she woke to screaming again... only she could not console herself. Needless to say Jill and i didn't get too much sleep last night.
To add to the weirdness of the Anns, over the past 6-7 nights i have been having weird dreams, the kind that wake me up multiple times a night... which coupled with Annsley have left me restless.
Sometimes the dreams are scary, sometimes that are just weird... but i cant help feeling that they are not internal.
So i pray, but the dreams and the sleeplessness keep coming back.
Sunday morning was the first time in the history of Element that i felt so under attack that i couldn't think straight.
It all started when a good buddy of mine slept through his alarm (he has a baby that was up all night too), normally that wouldn't have been the biggest deal... but i needed him to help me set up the Baptism pool.
So there i was, trying to get the pool inflated, filled, and not leaking... all before the band showed up at 8. Which meant i was in fix it, git-er-done, control mode. Practice was weak... not because of the band (these guys are freaking incredible) but because my head was not in it, i missed out on the prayer time before because i was behind on everything else... so i opted to run through my message again, set out signs, and fix a leak that had let out 20-30 gallons of water! Frustrating!!!!
By the time we took the stage to lead our church in worship... my head was far from being in the right place.
So i wasn't satisfied with the music, i felt extra vulnerable because i was imagining the thoughts going through people heads like: "Man, Bobby is off today" or "i wonder what that other church is like".
(As i just wrote that i feel like a ton of bricks just hit me in the head... how messed up are those thoughts.)
Baptism went great, people cheered and prayed for the Carly, Lucy and Marcos... someone even put an inflatable shark in the water (they know i am deathly afraid of the pool sharks).
there was so much reason for celebration... but i felt like my chest was going to cave in... i didn't feel like myself at all.
I know i brought this home with me... as much as i kept praying i feel like i couldn't quite shake it... of course it bleeds into my family and the next thing i know Jill and i are into it.
I have been through spiritual attack before, so i wonder why this one caught me so off guard... even when i sensed it was happening i don't know why i just didnt grab the guys and ask them to pray over me... is it because i feel i have to be strong to lead? is it because i feel weird asking for peoples attention?
What ever the reason i, we, can't afford to let it go.
So i am asking... please pray for my family, our rest, for peace and clarity. Please pray for protection against the things we do not see... and please... if you see me trying to pretend like i have it in control, but clearly you know i am frazzled... do not let me leave with out praying with me.
what happened this weekend was not a horrible service (in fact aside from a song or two i thought God really spoke to us), but what happened was i felt like my joy was stolen... i missed out on the chance to celebrate, and to have peace with Jill and Anns as well as my
Element family.