Drip, Drip, Drip

There’s a faucet outside our place that has a slow drip. When I pass by it and see it dripping, I will try and turn the faucet as tightly as I can to get it to stop dripping.

The faucet is over asphalt. Underneath the faucet, where the drip hits the asphalt, is a hole. The ever slow drip, drip, drip of the faucet has corroded a hole into the asphalt. It’s been slow, over time, drip, drip, drip.

The enemy works in our lives in much the same way. You’ve heard of the proverbial frog in the pot. You first put the frog into room temperature water, then turn on the heat. The water slowly heats up, but the frog is unaware until it’s too late. By the time the frog figures it out the water’s too hot, he’s already seconds away from being boiled to death.

When the enemy enters our lives (and the enemy WILL enter the believer’s life). He doesn’t walk up to your front door with two baskets in his hand for you to choose. Basket A is sin and basket B is not. If it were that easy, we’d all pick basket B and be done with it.

No, the enemy is just like the slow drip of a leaky faucet. Or, like the frog in the pot. Very slowly, he enters your life. Drip, drip, drip. Slowly he introduces something into your life and it’s not good or bad. You allow it in, because it really isn’t bad. Drip, drip, drip. Something else comes in. That’s not bad either. Drip, drip, drip. Another thing and another thing. Before you know it, a hole has been created by all the many drips, but you weren’t paying attention, because each drip wasn’t all that bad.

That is how the enemy works. He enters our life, slowly turns up the heat, and before we know it, we’re seconds away from being boiled to death.

It’s like the guy who entered my life, right when I got engaged to my husband. He wanted to spend time with me. He wanted to hang around me at work. He asked questions about what I liked. He knew right away I was a basketball player because I was so tall. Yes, I was, drip, drip, drip. ” I bet you’re pretty good,” drip, drip, drip. “We should play one on one some time.” Drip, drip, drip. And so it went. When I told him no to one on one, I essentially turned off the dripping faucet. I turned off the heat on the frog in the pot.

Believer, be aware, the enemy is prowling around looking for who he can devour. It’s going to be a slow process, a slow drip in your life. Be aware, stay awake. Turn off the faucet before it’s too late. God wouldn’t have told us how the enemy operates if he didn’t think it was a big deal. It’s a very big deal. And just like a lion, he crouches low in the grass, slowly creeping up on it’s prey, so the enemy creeps up on us. We must be ready and alert at all times. Avoid the drip, drip, drip.