Tightening the Armor

I wasn't sure how to get one of these bad boys in my suitcase when I flew home from Virginia Beach, but today I'm kind of wishing I would have found a way to fold it neatly and bring it home.

Ephesians says to be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power. Put on the full armor of God so that you can take your stand against the devil's schemes. (6:10-11)

I've been telling you a bit about this journey I'm on, and it's had many different stages along the way. This week has been attack mode, apparently. It began Sunday morning and is still going strong. Satan has lashed out at me from nearly every angle.

I'm exhausted.

But I am determined to overcome his schemes. Greater is He that is in me than he that is in the world. I am thankful that many times this week I've recognized immediately that Satan is at work, and I've been able to stop and pray or journal or cry out to the Lord for help. This discernment is new for me. I've not really been that great at recognizing attack quickly. And I'm sure I'm not proficient at it now, but I'm thankful for the way God has helped me and has been so faithful to come to my rescue when I have asked Him for help.

Remember that really old Twila Paris song, The Warrior is a Child? That's how I feel this week. A little wounded in my fight. Running to the arms of my Jesus for comfort and aid.

But y'all, I am tightening my armor. I am determined to stand firm. I am determined to quote the Word of Truth against the enemy's lies. I'm holding up my shield and dodging those flaming arrows as best I can.

He is faithful.