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Ever just wanted to vent? Well here's were *I* get to do it.
Sometimes a warrior’s words are her only weapons and her only salve.
Respect, love, honesty and tact have always been in a precarious balancing act in my life. This week in particular, that balance has been challenged more than ever. There are things that must be said because they are just and right. But there are words that must not be said because you love and respect that person.
And sometimes I end up saying nothing at all.
It has been a hard two weeks. For two weeks, I have been pummeled in this spiritual warfare that is taking place all around us. I don’t know how feel about that concept, but I believe that there are forces of good and evil battling for our souls. As a Christian and a follower of Jesus, I know where my strength and salvation come from. But I also know about attacks and why they come. And now I’m under attack.
I wish I had the right words to for every type of attack that came my way. The enemy is really clever, and it always shows up in ways you would never quite expect. The only way I can recognize them is that they always point toward the same message: You’re worthless, you’re not a good person, you’re a failure, you might as well give up. Sometimes I don’t even have an answer to these accusations. All I can do is cry.
But I know where my help comes from. He will give me the words and the strength to keep fighting. He will shield me and protect me. He will keep his warrior alive.