Recently a strange set of circumstances presented themselves to my ministry-minded middle.
It’s hard to believe I’m going to even associate the word “beloved” with this post
It was evil
Those words describe the circumstance since I no longer cuss. Trust me, a few other words come to mind but I will refrain. It hasn’t been easy.
But as I have prayed, cried out and petitioned the Lord, “WHY? How could this crazy thing happen?” God has reassured me, (the fretting, despondent mama miles away from her boy) that Aaron acted in authority and spiritual confidence. Because he is one of God’s beloved, my son responded in a strong and manly fashion. He was never fearful and possessed righteous anger over the incident.
To me, the word “beloved” doesn’t sound very masculine yet it is a beautiful word for believers suitable for use with both genders. The Enemy tried to throw fiery darts my son’s way but he was unsuccessful.
Take that, you jerk.
Jesus thwarted the plans of the Evil One because Aaron is a beloved child not only to me but to the Lord.