I see me pushing a boulder up the mountain. It is big, much bigger than me. It is round like a ball – perfect in dimension.
On the other side, there is the devil. he is but a small, frail old man. He uses boards, like 2X4’s and sticks and rocks to prop against the boulder. This makes pushing my rock even harder.
The devil has no power. he uses whatever scraps he can find to resist our move up to our destinies.
I see eagles flying around him. They are dive bombing him like seagulls at a beach. They draw his attention away from the rock. Raccoons come and take away the sticks and rocks and stuff. I can keep going.
God has His own bandits. They come in and steal away those instruments that the devil tries against us.
The prophetic word is a bomb on the devil’s schemes.
The “suddenly” in the night is a surprise that he fails to consider. Pride is his downfall. Lies are his food.
“Immediately” Jesus healed them.
Well, they were pushing their boulders too – some for 38 years like the dude at Bethesda.
When you get to the top, think of how easy it will be to discard that rock and stand firm on all that He has made you to be.