30 Sep THIS IS HOW I FIGHT MY BATTLES
I’ve been beaten down by the pain of betrayal and abandonment. The locusts have devoured my life and my love and my ability to trust the words of man. The wounds fester and bleed inside of me, forcing their way out of my skin and onto the page. They fall from my face as hot, heavy tear drops, obscuring the words that bring release, if not healing.
Healing comes from the Abba Daddy, who lifts my head and takes my hand and breathes resurrection power into my lungs.
I stand with strength in my spine and stare down that giant who dares defy my covenantal God.
This enemy comes at me with every monster that’s ever haunted my dreams, every fear that’s ever whispered in my ear in the dead of night, ever cruelty and abuse I’ve ever endured- but I come against him with the armies of the living God.
He has his hold on the ones I love, his claws dig deep into their flesh and I know there will be pain when he’s finally wrenched away, but it will be nothing compared to the freedom they’ll receive when their eyes are opened to the Truth of the battle that’s been waging.
Their very souls are at stake and so I fight until the weariness overtakes me and I drop into the arms of my Father and He whispers, “Be still.”
And I know the war continues and I’ll be called upon to fight again tomorrow, and He’ll lift me up on eagle’s wings- His strength made visible in my weakness and His victory already won.
“For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers over this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places. Therefore take up the whole armor of God, that you may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand firm.”
Ephesians 6:12-13 ESV