Michael and His Whistle
Dear Michael*,
Your name is derived from the heavens, and worn by God's trusted and reliable angel. When a battle over Persia proved to be too great for Gabriel, Michael came to the rescue. Your parents had very good reasons to name you such, and their expectations will not be denied.
Michael, do not fear or dread any loses you may have incurred on the
road to victory. Do not allow your enemy to overcome you by the accusations he makes against you. Remember that your enemy's
best shot is the only weapon with which he has to fight.
Michael, you cannot stop your accuser who targets you, but Christ alone is your great defender. One Biblical psalmist has said that when he is overwhelmed, he goes to the Rock. The battles that you have fought are only preludes to the wars that you will surely win.
Michael, in years gone by, I watched you pray with little warriors on the basketball court. You were the official blowing the whistle on chargers, walkers, foul plays, and other violations. On the court as well as in life, the true winners are not those who merely end up with the most points. We learn much from the games we officiate as well as from the many games of life that we play. In the real world where God has placed us, life is so much more than a game we play or a sport. No, it's not whether we fouled, or charged, or walked, but whether we heard the whistle blow.
Michael, I do not know what you are going through in this season of your life. I simply want you to know that God has placed you on my heart, and I am praying for you.
100813PS *Encouragement to the son of a close friend
Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2021
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