Now I’m fightin’ mad.
I’ve spent the last two months in a spiritual desert. I think that old snake had a conversation with God about me and asked permission to mess with me.
I’ve fought physical and mental exhaustion for the past two months. I’ve blamed my new/old job because it’s a cerebral challenge. (Translation: it’s been kicking my butt.) Just when I think things are getting easier to handle and I’m not quite so tired all the time, here comes more junk thrown at me. Financial issues, grown children issues, and – for heaven’s sake! - even my dogs are creating problems! It seems like everything around me is off kilter. As I wade through another mess, here come personal attacks on me and my sweet husband!
Now that I’m seeing things a little clearer and know this season for what it is, I’m ready to kick some devil tail.
I’m tired of him messing with me. He may have had me off track for a little while, but he has apparently forgotten Who’s child he’s been messin’ with.
So I’m puttin’ my praise on LOUDER. I’m reading the Word LONGER. I’m memorizing MORE scripture. I’m PRAYING for my enemies instead of asking for retribution. (That one's TOUGH!) I’m WRITING again. Instead of stepping down, I’m stepping UP. I’m DONE living defeated.
The devil is under MY feet, not the other way round.