Battles

Amidst my joy and growth, satan continues to press his attacks.
Last night, while trying to sleep, the attack began.
My month and a half of growth was one where his voice ceased to have any hold on me, but as I get back in the swing of things - it's once again difficult at times to remember where my identity lies.
I cling to the cross as the battle rages on.
I fall to my knees, praying that the Lord will give me strength.
Be my strength. Be my fortress. Be my protector, Lord.
As I moment by moment pray for the armor of God, He provides.
He is good. He is faithful. He will not leave me in this battle to fend for myself.
While the battle is raging, the victory is already won. In the end, Jesus wins.
Satan is vanquished. Sin has no hold. Death loses its grip.
But, in the twisted and fallen world we live in, the battle rages on.
I moment by moment have to fight to keep my eyes on Christ as satan threatens to fill my head with lies that will drown me.
Lord, help me. Fight for me, Father.
As I fight with the Lord's strength, slowly the deceiver's lies slide off of me with less effect.
When my eyes are focused on Him, the lies have less hold.
I believe them less when my heart is rooted in the person of Christ.

I belong to Yahweh.
Greater is He who lives in me.

Those are the phrases I'm clinging to. Lord, hear my cry.

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