I was in bed… laying peacefully all wrapped up in my warm, soft down comforter. The room was cool and the serene sound of my box fan surrounded me. I began my evening prayers, but they were somehow different than before. I felt my spirit connect with Gods again…it had been a while since that has happened. I earnestly began to pray…I felt like I was in communion with Jesus…true communion. I felt such peace transcend over me…and then it happened.
Anxiety reared it’s angry head at me AGAIN.
It was clear that I was in the midst of spiritual ware far when I was quickly reminded that I had been praying for my relationship with God to be rekindled. I do believe there is a battle around us…angels and demons fighting. I am happy to say, 3 hours later (yes…3 HOURS LATER) the angels won…I won. I didn’t give in and run away to my moms like I normally do. I stayed in bed…I prayed. I prayed through the dizziness. I prayed through the nausea. I prayed through the cold chill that filled my room. The only conclusion? Satan wants me to fall…wants me down and afraid so that I cannot fulfill what God has called me to.
“Satan comes to steal, kill, and destroy but I (Jesus) come that you may have life more abundantly”-John 10:10-11
Have you had a time in your life where you felt like you were in the midst of a spirit battle? I want to hear about it!