“For the accuser of our brothers and sisters, who accuses them before our God day and night, has been hurled down.”
I have been accused of many things over the years, some of them good, some of them not so much. Some of the things I was accused of were true and some an outright lie. There is nothing quite like being accused of a wrongdoing. When I was younger, I would feel downright sick to my stomach with the knowledge that I had done something wrong. Whether it was big or small, I hated getting into trouble. I dreaded the look of disappointment in my parents’ eyes and the lectures that would follow. I hated every bit of it!
The idea that the devil is standing in front of God rattling off a list of my wrongdoings is probably one of my greatest fears. Not so much that he is ratting me out but that God might believe him and be disappointed in me or worse yet…want nothing to do with me.
I am so grateful that I am covered by the blood of the lamb–FOREVER. The devil will continue to let God know everything that I do wrong. Trying to shake His opinion and love from me. Like a hunting dog with its prey. But it doesn’t matter…it just doesn’t matter. Why? Because with that covering I received as a child of the most high, I become blameless in God’s sight.