Have you ever had a really, really,Ā reallyĀ bad day?
You knowā¦the kind of day where absolutely nothing goes rightā¦where the only musterable reaction is a masquerading laughter to hide behindā¦
Well, letās just say I had one of those infamous episodes recentlyā¦
ā¦one that was not only terrible, horrible, no good, and very bad all wrapped into one…but one that gave a whole new (and literal) meaning of what itās like to have a ācrappyĀ dayāā¦

It all started last Wednesday when I returned home from a decent day at work, ironically enough.Ā I was on the phone with my wife discussing our next-day travels to Atlanta when I suddenly slammed into a brick wallā¦disguised as an offensive odor straight out of aĀ National GeographicĀ documentary gone wrong.
The smell was downright unbearableā¦like fermented dung reeking from the decaying innards of an infested beast.
Okay, okayā¦maybe it wasnātĀ thatĀ bad, but clearlyā¦something wasĀ notĀ right.
I meanā¦if you deck the halls with cinnamon branches and autumn-wreath scented candles one weekend and a few days later, come home to a fragrance of āhazy aftermath oā nuclear bowel explosionāā¦something has to be off, right?
At any rate, I could only pray the stench belonged to a recently deceased rodent rotting in certain porcelain confines. Yet, as I slowly crept towards Selahās crate, the writing on the wall became quite clearā¦
ā¦it just so happened to be in the form of droopyĀ ordureĀ (feces).
Before I continue, let me just say maybe someday, Iāll unlock the mystery of how projectile excrement can condensate outside caged quarters while also splattering the wall as if it was an abstractĀ Jackson PollockĀ painting. For now, Iāll just say I found Selah miserably trapped in a sharty prisonā¦and it was up to me to set her free from the demonic oppression that had possessed her stool.
So after spending the next hour conquering Selahās anal glands as well as my chemoreceptorĀ triggers, I contacted my wife a second time to discuss our ever-evolving Wednesday night gameplan. Initially, I was to meet Lyssah atĀ churchĀ following [what I thought would be] a brief dog-sitting break to pick her up from aĀ womenās ministryĀ promo vid1Ā shooting for Sunday service. Weād then return home, eat dinner, and head back out to church for our youth discipleship gathering. But as it turned out, due to changes in Selahās health as well as our churchās Wednesday night schedule2, Lyssah would have to forgo youth service to tend Selahās āissuesā, leaving me to fly solo on the youth front.
A perfectly understandable predicamentā¦all things considered; however, having lost 45 minutes cleaning fecal matter, an additional 30 minutes due to our churchās Wednesday night time shift, and an additional 10 minutes of extra prep time as a result of Lyssahās impending absence, I realized I had no choice but to leave Selah unattended, considering we had no āplan Bā for her now āout-of-commissionā crate.
Granted, hindsight is 20/20, but at the time, it seemed like a worthy risk. After all, Lyssah was already on her way homeā¦and I mean, cāmonā¦what damage could Selah possibly do in just fifteen minutes?
Well, as it turned outā¦quite a bit actually.
Of course, I canāt vouch for every canine conundrum, but what I can say is at some point during that fifteen minute window, Selah had snuck into the bedroom, located the sparkling spectacle that was my wifeās engagement ringā¦and devoured it3.
Now, thankfully, I wasnāt aware of this prior to service; however, after returning home to a wife and dog pawing around the bedroom floor on all fours, it didn’t take long for any incurred exuberance to dissipate.

A quick glance at my wifeās eyes told me everything.
Something valuable had gone missingā¦
ā¦and something just as valuable had contributed to it.
Needless to say, once I realized our furry companion had consumed Lyssahās engagement ring, I couldnāt help but wonder what the crap4Ā was going on. Yet, as I watched my wife morph into a modern day version of the woman looking for her lost coin (Luke 15:8-10), it hit me howĀ our joy was being deliberately pursued.
So Lyssah and I prayed, packed our suitcases, watched someĀ 30 Rock, then prayed some moreā¦residually discouragedā¦yet hopeful God would shed light on the missing ringā¦and cure Selahās rectal dysfunction.
The next day, as we started our Georgia journey, we realized we hadnāt takenĀ everyĀ negative thought captive (2 Corinthians 10:5) to the obedience of Christ. Having recently walked this issue out withĀ LEGACYouth, we knew full well what we needed to do.
First, we recognized weād been under assault from the enemy. So we acknowledged our authority in Christ and rebuked his schemes. Secondly, we confessed we hadnāt been as immediate in our obedience to overcome. So we repented and asked God to forgive us and redeem any unsurrendered part of our hearts. Thirdly, we renounced our fear and replaced it with godly belief and truth. And lastly, we expressed thanksgiving unto the Lord for all He had done for us.
Once we took these steps and laid our troubles at the feet of Jesus, I kid you notā¦the atmosphere in the car completely changed.
Suddenly, we felt secure in ourĀ circumstances knowing weād been given everything we needed to be content in the Lord. Suddenly we felt excited knowing there was nothing Satan could do to break our confidence in Christ. And suddenly, we felt hopeful that God would meet our needsā¦and then some.
You talk about a weary car-ride transforming into a triumphant road-tripā¦no question, we had entered into a new peace as we crossed over into a new placeā¦both internally and locationally.
So I guess the moral of the story is: you may feel the emoji of your life is nothing more than a steamy pile of crap. You may feel burdened by adverse circumstancesā¦andĀ think thereās nothing you can do when the devil comes after you.
But Iām telling youā¦when you realize your joy is being pursued, pursue joy in the Lord right backā¦choose to see it as strength in the times you feel Satan is after your weakness. And if you feel powerless to do this, then just prayā¦even if you feel you donāt have the words or the energy. Why? āCause itās in these moments God wants to reveal His power to youā¦to encourage youā¦and remind you that Heāll not only strengthen you in the dark timesā¦HeĀ isĀ your strength every second of every day!
My encouragement to you, friends, is be unwavering in your courage, especially when Satan comes knocking at your door seeking to rob you of the light you carry. Rather than feel helpless and/or assume youāve done something wrong, why not let Jesus answer the call. After all, asĀ Billy GrahamĀ once said,Ā He’s the best home security system there is.
Footnotes
1)Ā Ā Nightly classes had moved to a 6:30-8:00 pm timeslot as opposed to the usual 7:00-8:30 pm
2) A last-second assignment that had just been given to us the day before, mind you
3) A peculiar stunt considering sheād never done something like this before
4) Pun intended
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