“For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms.”
Ephesians 6:12 NIV
So this post is going to have absolutely nothing to do with my kid. Well, mostly. This has to do with me. Are you familiar with the show Ghost Adventures? I love the show. It’s a guilty pleasure of mine. I love the interaction on the show. I love the people on it. I love the locations they visit. A lot of which are on my bucket list.
Now the big question. Do I believe in ghosts? The answer is a big, fat, NO. Do I believe their show is real? Absolutely! So if they aren’t interacting with ghosts, what do I actually believe is going on? Well… see the quote above? That’s pretty much what I think is going on. So if I believe that they are interacting with principalities and spiritual forces of evil, why do I love the show so much? Other than the reasons stated above, God has put it into my heart to pray for them. I don’t know them…well not exactly. But with everything they deal with and used to invite in, I worry about them. Yeah I know it’s weird to worry people I hadn’t met before. But I do. God has put them in my heart for a reason.
Now recently, last week, they were in Colorado doing a lock down and guess who I ran into at the gas station?!
Dude!! First of all, can I say that I hate my multiple chins in the picture. My oldest took it and said, I looked fine. So not trusting the judgement of my 12 year old again.
Now I always imagined what it would be like if I ran into anyone from Ghost Adventures. I imagined how smooth I would be. The things that would say. I would tell them that I loved the show. I would tell them that I pray for them regularly. I would tell them that their last Ghost Adventures episode, The Domes, hit home in a way like no other. I would ask if I could pray over them. I would talk to them about my theories. I would tell them, how their show has made me a stronger Christian and a better prayer warrior. I had it all planned out in my head. Unfortunately, I’m awkward-sauce (which my kid informs me is not a word and I’m not cool enough to make up my own words, so I should stop) and well… I forgot everything I wanted to say. I made small talk with Jay. We talked about Colorado, how he filmed a movie out in Oregon last summer, etc. I’m sure my awkwardness was VERY apparent. He and Billy were fantastic though. Really nice people. I felt kinda bad that we were interrupting Billy because he was on the phone but they were great. They made my 9 year old’s whole year by taking a picture with her and signing a shirt she had on her. And the 12 year old was just being her angsty self (she really really wanted to meet Zak, I think she has a crush). They didn’t take it personally, I hope. Again, just really nice people.
But I truly feel like I wasted an opportunity. I wasted what was probably a once in a lifetime meeting. I’ve seriously been having anxiety about it. I’ve been in constant prayer for peace over my mind (since Thursday!). But you know what, if God wants me to tell them my story, then He will make a way. He will make the impossible, possible. He will make the unsmooth, smooth. (Is unsmooth even a word? Spell check says it’s not.) It will happen, if He wills it. So I’m just going to attempt to sit back and let it go and just be amazed at the fact that I actually met them. I’m still rather giddy about it.
**If you need prayer for anything, it will always be my privilege to pray for you. Leave a comment and I’ll add your needs to my prayer list.