Halfway there

So, the chaos is calming. Somewhat. I have an internship for next year, which you already knew. Yay! And as of yesterday, I have found a place to live! It's a studio apartment, which I fell in love with immediately and am extremely excited to move into (though the idea of downsizing my stuff from a two bedroom with lots of storage to a studio with very little storage is more than a little intimidating!). I am still stressed out about the paper and the play. The paper will be done tomorrow night, though, and the play will be two weeks down the road. Everything will come together, I'm sure of this.

We have been discussing spiritual warfare in our cast and it's been strange these past few weeks, to see what Satan and his cronies have been up to. For two days this week, the spiritual attack that I was experiencing was heckling. Real, honest to goodness heckling. As if I was a pitcher on the mound of a professional baseball away game. It's the weirdest feeling. A softball hit my car on my way past a school (my reaction was surprisingly calm. I didn't even slow down to say something to the kids who threw it. What good would that have done, really? It's not like they're insured. It just reminded me not to get too attached to my material possessions!), then these two guys on modified bicycles circled my car as I was parking, saying "Starbucks trash" (um, I was outside of the church, not Starbucks, and I rarely go there anyway, so they were incorrect in their accusation) and "you'd better not hit that", referencing the scooter occupying the next parking space (I didn't even come close). The next morning, I was walking past a very normal looking guy and when he said good morning as I rushed past and I didn't respond, he followed me with heckling cat-noises. Loudly. It's the weirdest thing to experience. I was telling Scott last night, at the point where the guy followed after me making cat noises, I became somewhat entertained by the whole thing. It felt like Satan was trying to heckle me into submission. And that is so not going to happen. And at the point that I realized that, it became comical to me. And the moment it became comical to me, Satan lost all power in heckling. So he retaliated by causing a fight between Scott and me last night, but it was quickly resolved once we realized what was going on. The key to spiritual warfare, as we discussed in our group on Monday night, is recognizing spiritual attacks when they are happening. It's true. And I am no longer being heckled, and Scott and I are great. And the chaos is calming. Hallelujah!

Please continue to keep the cast in your prayers as we work through the next three and a half weeks. It's been such a wonderful experience, and we are really having a great time, and it should be a great show. If you're in the area, please come and see it. If you're not, please keep it in your prayers. Thanks, y'all. You're the best!