Go Into the Enemy's Camp and Take Back what he took from you

Somehow, some way, something went wrong.  It just happened it seems, in the blink of an eye.  I was standing on a grassy plain filled with plenty, and then on a frozen tundra, barren, empty.  It wasn't like the dry burnt out Kansas plains.  It was as though I was standing on glass.  I knew that there were blessings, I could see them beneath my feet.  They were beneath the frozen layers that were just out of reach.  What had happened?  What had I done, or not done?  How had I displeased my God? There were so many things to fight through.  Suddenly so many problems that needed attention.  One by one like dominoes people, situations, things in my life just simply began to fall.  Nothing totally collapsed, but everything began to fall.  What was happening?  Why was it happening?  Was there anything I could do about it?  No, it seemed that all I could do was paddle and stay above water.  Suddenly there was illness all around me, family members were losing their jobs, my house fell into disrepair, and I was just stymied.  Circumstances forced me to retire early in order to care for family members who were to ill to completely care for themselves, the slow motion button seemed to have been pushed on any business venture or invention that I had started, something had just "gone wrong."  There were little joys and victories along the way, but those years were tough.  I can actually begin to feel things starting to change now.  I think about Job, but I don't dare compare my situation to his completely, nor do I dare compare myself to him.  He was above reproach it seemed.

                                          GOING TO THE ENEMY'S CAMP
One morning God woke me up and I heard a song in my soul.  "I'm going to the enemy's camp, take back what he took from me...I'm going to the enemy's camp, to claim the victory, I'll put him under my feet!  I just started singing that song as loud and as long as I could.  Then I heard the song "Something about that name".  Jesus, Jesus, Jesus... there is something about that name.  Master, Savior, Jesus, like a fragrance after the rain...oooh whooo, Jesus, Jesus Jesus, let all heaven and earth proclaim...that kings and kingdoms - they will all pass away, but there's something about that name.  It came in like a flood and tears began to flow involuntarily from my eyes.  I knew that release was coming.  Something was about to change.  God had lifted His might hand and had said, "enough!".    How thankful I am to serve a God so full of compassion, grace, mercy and love.  What an incredible God I serve.  I couldn't have made it across those rough waters without Him, without His grace, His mercy, His love, His help, His word.