The Day the Music Died—But Something Eternal Was Born
When Hell Pushes Back, You’re Probably on the Right Track
You know you’re stirring something in the spirit when everything that can go wrong… does.
The car won’t start. Your phone glitches out. The printer jams, the email disappears, the kids melt down, and suddenly you’re doubting whether what you’re doing even matters.
But here’s the truth: it does matter. A lot.
Jesus didn’t promise ease—He promised opposition. The moment you start gaining ground for the Kingdom, resistance comes.
Sometimes it’s external: relationships strain, doors close, or everything breaks at once.
Sometimes it’s internal: old wounds flare up, you feel overwhelmed, unqualified, or afraid.
And sometimes, it’s just plain weird—like a string of tech failures that seem too targeted to be random.
This section is for the real talk. The raw moments. The spiritual warfare that hits when you're walking in obedience and light is breaking through.
We’re not giving the enemy the spotlight—but we are pulling the curtain back and calling it what it is.
These aren’t just bad days. They’re battles.
And when you see the battle clearly, you stop retreating—and start advancing.
So let’s talk about the trials, the fiery darts, and the ways Satan tries to distract, derail, or destroy what God is building in and through you.
If you’re doing something that matters for God—especially something bold, public, or transformational—don’t be surprised when the enemy shows up to disrupt, distract, or destroy.
We’ve felt it firsthand. This website? The book? We’ve had opposition so intense that at times it could only be described as insane.
(We’ll get to those stories soon.)
But first, I want to take you back.
Because the day I learned just how real this fight is… I wasn’t building a movement.
I was just a broken woman, resting in her recliner.
You’re not crazy. You’re not alone. And you’re not losing.
The Day the Music Died—But Something Eternal Was Born
Some people don’t believe in spiritual warfare.
I do.
Not because I read about it—but because I’ve lived it.
If you've ever surrendered deeply to the Lord, only to feel like everything around you breaks the next day, you know exactly what I'm talking about.
This story goes way back, but it still marks me.
It was shortly after I had completely surrendered my life to the Lord.
Not a half-in, go-to-church-on-Sundays kind of thing.
I had come to the end of myself.
My best efforts had left my life in ruins, and I finally admitted it.
I needed to go another way. His way.
One afternoon, I was sitting in my recliner, soaking in Christian music and just meditating—letting the lyrics settle over my brokenness.
That’s when it happened.
In my mind, I was suddenly transported to a beach.
Barefoot in the sand.
The waves gently crashing nearby.
I was wearing a flowing dress—tea-length, graceful, feminine.
My hair was long and shiny, styled beautifully.
Let me be clear: this was not how I looked in real life.
In reality, I was sitting there in worn jeans, a messy t-shirt, thirty pounds heavier than I wanted to be, hair a total disaster.
But in this vision?
I was radiant.
And then Jesus walked up to me.
He was dressed in a white tunic with a red sash.
He smiled and came close.
He slipped His arm gently around my waist, took my hand, and we began to dance.
I. do. not. dance.
But here, in this moment, I moved with ease and joy and beauty I never knew I had.
Our spirits began to rise—like smoke or flames—twisting around each other, dancing in the air above us.
At first, I saw them as distinct colors—mine maybe a soft orange, His pure white—but then, they just became one.
No division. No separation.
I was His, and He was mine.
When the CD came to an end, our spirits slowly returned to our bodies, and I knew—I would never be the same again.
And then BAM. The stereo stopped working.
I didn’t think much of it at first.
But then I realized—every single device I owned that could play music stopped working that very day.
The boom box. The Walkman. The car stereo.
Gone. Done. Broken.
There was no money to fix anything.
My ex was incarcerated.
There were no resources to replace anything.
The music had been taken.
I don’t know what would’ve happened if I’d been able to keep going with that music meditation.
But I do know this: my life had shifted.
The enemy saw it—and he did not like it.
But guess what?
He couldn’t undo what happened that day.
That dance was eternal.
That union was sealed.
And I am still His.
So yeah, Satan broke my speakers.
But Jesus rewired my soul.
🔄 Coming Up Next: When the Website Glitched and the Grace Kept Flowing
This was just the beginning.
There have been other moments—some recent—when the opposition flared up again.
Technology failing at the worst times.
Files going missing.
Plans interrupted right before something important was about to launch.
But if there's one thing I’ve learned, it’s this:
When the resistance gets strange, there’s usually something holy on the horizon.
I’m not here to magnify the enemy—I’m here to remind you that you're not imagining things.
You’re not alone.
And grace doesn’t stop just because things get hard.
In fact, that’s often where it starts to overflow.
So I’ll keep sharing these stories, not for drama, but for clarity and hope.
The enemy might try to mess with our tools—but he can’t steal our purpose.
More soon.