Like a quiet pounding, over and over.
Deliberate and methodical.
A punch in the gut.
...that is how it feels tonight.
"For our battle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the world powers of this darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavens..." (from Eph. 6)
Angry tears got me out of bed. I asked God for help.
Moments surface when you absorb how much deeper and wider it all is.
It's a battle and the attack has remained steady from the onset of all of this.
The details are too much and wouldn't seem like 'much' to some.
Can't explain it all.
It's real, this battle we live in.
Sometimes it's forgotten.
"There is a dark, diabolical, devious warfare going on all around us. It is permeated with sabotage, subversion, innuendo, snipping. It is a deadly war. It is a war between light and darkness, good and evil, heaven and hell, Christ and Satan. Whether you realize it or not you are a part of this warfare. You cannot afford to be ignorant and you cannot possibly be neutral."
Alone and quiet now.
Angry tears replaced with determination.
Sword of the Spirit drawn because it's all I know to do.
Waiting on Him.
"Because of Your strength will I wait upon You: for God is my defense." Psalm 59:9