Can you see the threat?
Walking by the meter you really don’t notice anything aside from the fact it needs to be cleaned.
Closer inspection reveals danger lurking inside.
Wasps! Building a nest! Right beside the yard where the kids play! Danger!
What do we do?
Take a picture, of course.
Take a bunch of nice, close-up pictures to see all the gruesome detail!
Threats immobilize me.
After the initial shock I analyze the full implication of the impeding doom. I fret until I produce a few more gray hairs on my head. My heart beats faster and my gut ties itself in knots. I shoot pictures to display the awful details and gripe about it.
What do you do when a threat approaches?
My husband responds very differently than I do to an attack.
He attacks back!
Paralyzed? No way! Worried? Doesn’t seem like it. Thwarted by the sneak attack behind enemy lines? The poor guys didn’t stand a chance.
My purpose in sharing our Saturday morning battle goes deeper than showing our infestation prevention prowess.
I fully realize our foes view us as enemies. Yes, an orphanage is an enemy. Desolation magnifies the spiritual realm. The good being done at the House of Dreams has not gone unnoticed by the evil powers that be.
Sure, it’s not like a guy in a red suit with a pitchfork showed up at our front door announcing his intent to make our lives a living hell. Nope. The attacks are more subtle. Paperwork mysteriously misplaced as the handlers insinuate an extra donation to help them find it. Grumpy landlords scowling at the imposition of group of children living on their precious property. Neighbors and even church members whispering disgruntled complaints about bad influences upon the fragility of their own offspring from the riff-raff we choose to shelter.
It hurts. But we power through. Greater is He who is in us than those who might play puppets to evil. More are the ones who are for what happens at the House of Dreams than those who would wish for our demise.
The enemy has once again tried to stop the good being done. This time the attack came behind enemy lines. An infiltration began to set up a bit too close for comfort.
I cannot share with you all the detail surrounding this issue. First, because it wouldn’t help anything. Second, because it really doesn’t matter – because I know who will win in the end. Suffice it to say that the matter deals with legal problems with the land purchase, corruption and some people who were found trying to take advantage of us who we thought we could trust. As in the example of the wasps we currently have our finger on the spray can shooting at the nest.
I wish the simplicity of my illustration carried over to our real lives. Not so. The hit came hard. We’ve suffered. The fight’s not over yet.
What can you do?
Please pray for us. We know that we wrestle not against flesh and blood but against principalities and powers in the spiritual realm. Still, we have to act. And facing these issues gets tiring and hard. Pray we have wisdom, strength, favor, and whatever else comes to your heart.
Encourage us. I know that each person has their own struggles and I don’t want to sound like a cry baby. But you have to know that voicing your belief in the House of Dreams to those of us in the thick of it does wonders.
Give. Advancing requires funding. Money isn’t the answer to clearing up the whole matter, but it helps. If you have decided to give to the operations here on a monthly basis, thank you! And please continue to be faithful. If you know of anyone else who would be interested in getting involved with the beautiful work of caring for orphans please share with them about the House of Dreams.
Hope is not lost. Good will prevail. Thank you for sticking it out with us.