Victory in Jesus, by Demetria Patton

Many of us are aware that there is an enemy of our soul—Satan. He seeks to steal, kill, and destroy us (John 10:10). He lies to us, deceives us, and wants to keep us from living the life God ordained for us to live since before we were formed in our mother’s womb. His main objective is to rob us of the inheritance Jesus died for us to have—eternal life with our Heavenly Father.

However, thank God for Jesus! We may have an enemy of our soul, but we have an even greater Lover of our soul—Jesus Christ. He defeated our enemy when He died on the cross, led captivity captive and conquered death. And in Him, we have victory over our enemy, and he is underneath our feet. However, while knowing this, how many of us live in the freedom and victory Jesus died for us to have?

I, for one, can say that I have not always lived in that freedom and victory, and even now when the trials of life come, I have to make an intentional effort to believe God and His Word.

For example, last month during a doctor’s appointment, God put it on my heart to tell my doctor about a newly-formed skin tag and a mole that had changed shape on my forearm. For the longest time, I was worried about this mole. Specifically, I was worried that it was skin cancer, perhaps melanoma. During those times, the enemy would torment me with thoughts of being given that diagnosis by a doctor. The thoughts were vivid and struck me with fear. These thoughts were reinforced when my sister, who is a nurse, caught a glimpse of my skin tag and asked, “What is that?” “It’s a skin tag,” I replied. “Have you always had it?” “No,” I said. “Well, you may want to get that checked out. It may be skin cancer.”

Even after having the conversation with my sister, I didn’t want to get it checked out. I wanted to continue to run from it and not face it. And the enemy wanted the same thing for me too. As long as I refused to face it, he could keep me in bondage and in fear.

However, my Papa (my personal name for my Heavenly Father), wanted me to have freedom in that area. So finally, at His prompting, I told my doctor about the skin tag and the mole. She examined both and referred me to the Chattanooga Skin and Cancer Clinic.

I have to admit that her referral scared me. I let a few days pass until Papa brought it to my remembrance, and I finally called and made an appointment. The appointment was a few weeks out so I didn’t dwell on it. I pushed it out of my mind and went on with my life. The latter worked like a charm until the date of the appointment drew closer. The closer I got to the appointment, the more I thought about it and the more my anxiety grew. I was anxious because I was fearful that I would indeed be diagnosed with skin cancer.

As believers, it’s unfortunate that sometimes our thoughts are bent toward negativity and the enemy’s lies instead of God and His Word. However, I am thankful that we have a loving Father. A Father who is faithful and just to forgive us of our sins and cleanse us of all unrighteousness if we confess our sins (1 John 1:9). A Father who never leaves us nor forsakes us (Deuteronomy 31:6). A Father who meets us where we are and leads us Home—back to Him.

The Sunday preceding my appointment, Pastor Evan announced during church service that he felt as if God was telling him to pray for healing. He stated that if anyone needed healing, they should come to the altar and he would pray for them. I will admit that I didn’t want to go to the altar. I wanted to do want I’ve always done—fight alone. But I have to say that something miraculous happened. The thoughts about why I shouldn’t go to the altar for prayer suddenly ceased, and my legs started moving and before I knew it, I was standing in line waiting for Pastor Evan and Pastor Adrianne to pray for me.

After they prayed for me, I held onto that prayer and believed that God had answered it. As I moved into the next week, I made an intentional effort to believe God and His Word. I chose to walk in freedom. Freedom from fear. Freedom from anxiety and torment. One thing that help me do the latter was reading God’s Word. One scripture that brought me peace was Isaiah 41:10:

“So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God.
I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.”

Furthermore, the night before my appointment, as the anxiety began to creep back in, God put it on my heart to praise Him. One song that God used to strengthen and empower me was “Eyes of a Believer” by The Afters. I danced around my living room, and I sang the following lyrics at the top of my lungs:

Whatever battle may come
You know He’s already won
In the eyes of a believer
The One who made the stars is standing where you are
Never let anyone put out your fire
The One who made you strong has overcome it all
In the eyes of a believer
Anything is possible in the eyes of a believer

 After singing “Eyes of a Believer,” and a few additional songs, I was strengthened, I had peace, and I was ready for my appointment. I no longer dreaded it or was scared of it because God reminded me of something. Something that the lyrics of “Eyes of a Believer” eloquently illustrate. Something that we should always remember when trials and tribulations come: the battle is already won in the name of Jesus! And no matter what the battle looks like or what the “win” looks like, the Lord will be with us every step of the way. He has promised me, and all believers, that He will never leave us nor forsake us.

Therefore, as I sat in the waiting area on the day of my appointment, anticipating them calling me back, I realized that although I was alone physically, I was not alone. My Father was right there with me. He didn’t desert me in my time of need. He remained with me. He stayed faithful and comforted me by speaking these words to my spirit: “Don’t worry. Everything is going to be okay.”

And when the nurse finally called my name, and I stood up and walked to the examination room, Papa walked there with me. And as I sat in that seat, and the doctor examined my skin tag and mole, Papa was sitting there with me. And the when doctor said, “Oh, these look fine,” and when the nurse said, “We can even snip that skin tag off if you want,” Papa was just as happy as I was because I finally knew the truth. I didn’t have skin cancer! And that truth set me free. I was no longer bound by the enemy or subject to his lies and torment. I was free indeed!

I share this personal story with you because I think Papa wanted me to share it. Our victories are never just for us. They are a testament to who God is and they are meant to edify and comfort the body of the Church (2 Corinthians 1:4).

Therefore, it is my sincerest hope that as you face the battles in your life, you do so knowing that you are never alone. You have a Heavenly Father who loves you, created you, and knew you since before you were formed in your mother’s womb. A Father who is the same yesterday, today and forever (Hebrews 13:8). Just as He declared to Judah, Jerusalem, and King Jehoshapat that the battle was not theirs but His, He is declaring the same thing to you. Your battle is not yours, it God’s. And if it’s God’s, you know that you always have the victory!