One word….attack. Spiritual attack that is. You know, you’d think the enemy would get a little more creative. Maybe pick something new to come at me with. A new trick. But no. I am attacked in the same areas every stinkin’ time. And you would think I could see it comin’, be prepared or at least know what to do when attack comes. But again, no. I am surprised every time, never prepared and I trip all over my spiritual feet when it comes to defending myself.
I won’t go into all the details right now. But I promise, I will. I’m just too tired. But know this. I am seriously ticked at the enemy and I am over him. Done. Today I locked shields with a dear, dear friend and we prayed. We stood in agreement that we, as believers in Christ, are not sentenced to “life without parole” in the same areas of bondage over and over and over again. Christ died for all my crap. All my sin. All my struggles. All my hurt. All of it. Died. And then rose victoriously. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again – The devil is a defeated foe. Today he had his way with me, but now he is back in his place. Defeated. He has no power over me.
The one who is in you is greater than the one who is in the world. 1 John 4:4