There it was, cutting through the heavy fog of the morning, just a couple of houses down. Standing in my front yard, I caught a glimpse of its lights; but even more I heard the squeak of the door as it swung open.
And there it went, my brand new purple hand bag, hanging on for dear life like a bug on a windshield.
And there she went, sprinting through the yard like a jack rabbit running from a dog. Never knew my sister could run so fast!
I remember it all like it was yesterday; but instead, it was 30 years ago. My sister and I were waiting for the school bus when, out of nowhere, Billy, our pet goat, got loose. Yes, Billy, the billy goat, usually stayed at the shed, typically tied to it or inside of it when company came over, of course. He was just the normal pet goat like everyone had growing up.
That was my thought anyway, until that morning, when the big, yellow, kid filled to the gill bus pulled up at our gravel driveway. Our house just happened to be the last stop of the morning before the drop off at school. And that never really bothered me; until then, when as the door swung open, my sister yanked the bag off Billy’s pointy horns, chunked it to me and we ran breathlessly to the bus.
I’m sure my cheeks were stained with the harsh color of reality that maybe my life was different than the rest of the kids as the whispers and giggles echoed through the bus. At that moment, I felt ashamed of who I was and where I came from. All I wanted was to melt into the slick leather seat like taffy in the summer heat of the South.
That goat didn’t just get my bag. He got my joy. Oh, I got my bag back, but my joy was gone.
Looking over the past thirty years, I remember plenty of times that goat got my bag again and again. And isn’t that just what satan does to us? He steals our joy right out from under us; and we just let him. I admit, I’m ashamed of all the times I’ve allowed him to steal my joy. And, even though I would get it back, I would give it up again and again.
But God says He is able to keep us joyful…
Now to Him who is able to keep you from stumbling, And to present you faultless before the presence of His glory with exceeding joy, Jude 1:24(NKJV)
Satan trips us, blames us and steals from us what God is able to give us and keep in us. But we have to hang on to the joy in us and not allow satan to steal it. The more we grow in our faith and in our knowledge of the Lord through studying His word, the stronger we are against the tricks of our adversary.
Oh, I still have moments of being burdened and sad; but my joy can never be taken from me completely. He is my joy and the true love of my life. He alone fills me, lifts me and strengthens me.
That goat may have gotten my bag but I got it back ; and I’m not letting go of it this time!
Stand fast therefore in the liberty by which Christ has made us free,[a] and do not be entangled again with a yoke of bondage. Galatians 5:1(NKJV)
For My yoke is easy and My burden is light. Matthew 11:30(NKJV)
How are you allowing satan to steal your joy today?
Consider giving the Lord your yoke of bondage today and take on His yoke instead!