Bondage To The Boogie Man

This morning, my eyes opened wide at 3am to an unfamiliar tapping.  Our window air unit, arguably on its last leg, was working hard to spit out an UNO card or a possibly granola wrapper. No telling what was in there with 3 little boys in the house.  But nevertheless, our tapping air unit broke the silence of my quiet slumber.

I crawled out of from my warm down feathers and turned our aggravated air unit to its off setting.

Silence.

Without our {rather tacky-looking} window unit gushing air at high-speed, the house was extra quiet.  I could hear Brent’s every snore, I mean breath, and the ticking of his wrist watch on the nightstand.  The evening winner of “musical beds” was laying to my left, little Luke, and he was breathing heavy, as well.  I heard a dog barking in a neighbor’s yard and our heat kicking on downstairs.

After thirty restless minutes, I finally fell asleep.

But there was a day in my life, many days actually, that I would NOT have gone back to sleep.  My mind would have taken each of those noises and picked them apart.  Creating plots for each one.

The noise in the vent may not have been in the vent at all, maybe it was someone trying to get into the window.  Luke may have gotten in bed with me because he was getting the stomach bug. The dog was probably barking at a burglar trying to jump the fence. The heating unit downstairs may have been someone opening the door, and Brent’s wristwatch might have been a ticking bomb.  (Listen, this girl has one vivid imagination).  In our first year’s of marriage, there is no telling how many times I asked Brent to walk through the house in the middle of the night.

And Lord help us all if Brent had to go out-of-town.  Maybe I would get three hours of unrestful sleep.  With him gone, I left EVERY light in the house on and the TV blaring (making the thieves think I was watching QVC all night, I suppose).  And don’t laugh, but I would even recruit my 90-year-old grandmother to come spend the night with me — my fierce protector.  A burglar wouldn’t dare hurt an old lady!

But last night, as I lay in bed at 3am, listening to every bump in the night, I was not afraid.

After years of hand wringing fear, I recognized that I was free from this bondage…my bondage to the Boogie Man.

I tried to recall a definitive “moment” the chains came off, but there was not a single moment.  But instead a compilation of moments…prayers and practice and plenty of opportunities to choose faith over fear.

I remember one time, in particular, Brent was out-of-town with Campus Crusade, Ethan was a baby and Grant was three-years-old.  Mamaw couldn’t come for a sleepover and I was left to my own imagination.  For two days.

But this time, I was different.  My spirit had grown weary of the boogie man shuffle.  I was ticked and determined to win this go ’round.  I could see this battle as personal and  100%  spiritual.  Second Corinthians tells us, “we do not wage war as the world.  We have divine power to demolish strongholds and arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God.  [That I can] take captive every thought and make it obedient to Christ.” (2 Cor. 10:3-5)

The battle was already won, I just had to claim the victory in faith.

So, as if Brent were home, I turned off all of the  lamps and televisions and crawled in my empty bed.  I prayed the blood of Christ and a big ol’ thorny hedge of protection around my house.  I bound the devil in Jesus Name and opened my Bible to Psalm 91.  And set it atop Brent’s pillow.  And slept with it open beside of me.  All night long.

{Oh, yes I did.}

And I slept like a baby.

Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.  I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my God in whom I trust.”  Surely he will save you from the fowler’s snare and from the deadly pestilence.  He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.  You will not fear the terror of night nor the arrow that flies by day, nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness, nor the plague that destroys at midday.  If you say, “The Lord is my refuge,” and you make the Most Hight your dwelling no harm will overtake you, no disaster will come near your tent.  For He will command His angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways; they will lift you up in their hands so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.  “Because he loves me,” says the Lord, “I will rescue him; I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name.  He will call on me, and I will answer him.  I will be with him in trouble, I will deliver him and honor him.  With long life I will satisfy him and show him my salvation. Psalm 91

I opened this beside of me as a tangible reminder of my truest protection.

The Lord watches over You – the LORD is your shade at your right hand; the sun will not harm you by day nor the moon by night.  The Lord will keep you from all harm – he will watch over your life; the Lord will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore. Psalm 121:5-8

For years, I had 100% faith in my fear.  I believed in it whole-heartedly. There was indeed a burglar in the house.  And he was robbing me of every ounce of peace that Jesus died to give me. It was time to choose…am I going to have faith in my “fear” or faith in my Jesus?   I chose the latter – over and over and over.  

Anyway, just a quick praise report from a recovering scaredy-cat.  Now, I no longer sleep with Psalm 91 open on Brent’s pillow, but I do keep it ear-marked in my heart.

Hidden there for the moment when battle arises – because it does indeed arise.

And as a mommy, this is helpful when my boys struggle with bumps in the night, too.  Maybe they need the Bible open on their pillow, as well.  Not to be hokey, but to offer them a tangible reminder, of not only what it is that protects them,

but Who.

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9 thoughts on “Bondage To The Boogie Man

  1. What a sweet reminder that we are not alone. My fears are different but are still robbing me of peace. Thank you, Jesus, for this reminder of your presence.

  2. Becky, that is so funny…because I WAS just like you!!! One time when Chris went out of town I begged some friends of mine to let me come over to sleep at their house. NO MORE SISTAR!! Fear has NO more power over me either praise the Lord!!

  3. Before I was a Christian, and I was doing so many drugs, I used to watch Horror films. I remember ,MANY times, sitting in my apartment alone, holding a knife, waiting for the boogie man to come get me. It was sometimes drug induced, and always fear induced…
    Jesus has changed me.
    I still sometimes run down the hall, when it’s dark, and jump into my bed. But once there I call on my daddy, He is always there for me. One time, just recently, I woke myself up from the kind of dream where you are SCREAMING, in the dream from absolute fear, and I heard my voice saying ” The Lord IS my Shepard, I shall not want…” I was literally quoting scripture in my sleep! It was the most calm I have ever awoken from that kind of dream…

  4. I have also had this struggle, and while I don’t know quite how or when God brought me victory, I can see a new pattern emerging. Better sleep, more peace when my husband is gone, or when my children are away…
    David’s words from Psalm 56 comfort me. If he’s not afraid while hiding out in a cave with an entire hostile army encamped around him, I guess my control issues can be laid to rest too.
    God is good.
    Well said, Becky.

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