​104. Fighting the Good Fight

Today is my birthday. I’m thirty-seven.

And man, am I tired.

I’m not sure we talk a lot about demonic attacks, at least not in this country. But I’ve been feeling the heat lately.

My husband says it’s because I’m smart and talented and have my eyes on Christ.

His check is in the mail.

But I think it’s because I’m weak and stupid and have no business being about my Father’s business.

And I suppose that’s a very big lie.

The more the Holy Spirit speaks, the harder this gets. Horrible thoughts and a darkness at the edges. I can feel it.

I can see it.

It’s a reminder that yes, I am weak. And sometimes I do stupid things. And alone, I have no business being about anything concerning the God of the universe.

But I think what Satan likes to forget is that for those of us who choose to be chosen, we have an internal force that goes beyond anything we could ever control.

That God is far beyond our reach but His extends into the depths of our souls.

So here’s to another year fighting the good fight, enduring the ache in these bones.

Because it’s never easy, but oh so worth it.