of a battlefield.
Unaware of the constant
spiritual warfare trying its
hardest to gain a foothold
of my spirit, last week,
my eyes were opened
to its absolute magnitude.
My previous blog was about
new discoveries.
I'd encompassed the supremacy of Christ
to the greatest extent yet.
And shared it with everyone.
The Monday following
the blog post,
My spirit was attacked.
It started with a lack of energy.
My body was tired and wanted to sleep.
I had no time for God.
And made no time for Him.
I had no appetite for God,
a lack of motivation,
and an apathetic mood.
The entire week grew
progressively worse.
I spent no time with my Jesus.
My spirit couldn't breathe freely.
I walked with a heavy chest.
There was a dark presence
surrounding me.
When I felt weak,
I turned to the
unshakeable communion
I share with my Jesus.
Amongst the chaos going on
inside of my spirit,
I could still hear His still small voice.
Throughout my war week,
I was able to stay in constant
communication with Him.
He'd whisper something in
my ear every once in a while,
but I still wasn't free.
I was chained down somehow,
not able to break loose and feel
free to worship and spend time
with Him.
It was like a fever that wouldn't break.
You can walk around fine,
but there is that slight fog in your head that
disorients you if you stand up too fast
and sometimes makes you dizzy.
Today it hit me.
I am spiritually sick.
A good friend reminded me that
if I weren't doing God's will,
I wouldn't feel so discouraged right now.
Especially immediately following
such a God-revealing blog post.
I realized today how incredibly
essential it is to acknowledge my
spiritual illness,
because that is where God's healing begins.
By acknowledging my weakness,
it delivers my heart cry to God.
It highlights both the trust I currently
have in Him, as well as the trust
I will have for Him after we get
through this together.
Because Our God is greater.
I realized today how incredibly
joyful I am that I can acknowledge my
spiritual illness.
It is nothing of my own doing that has caused
me to falter.
It is the evil one reacting upon
my faithfulness toward God.
It is my weakness that allows the evil one in,
which highlights my need to fall on my Jesus.
Because Our God is greater.
By acknowledging my spiritual illness,
I was able to be encouraged by my close
friends who know of the devil's schemes
and the way he does everything in his
power to corrupt God's people.
And by my friends encouraging me,
I was able to lift up another friend
with the exact words of encouragement
that were given to me.
I am under attack.
My body is tired
and I am weak.
But my Jesus is not tired.
He has taken up His sword.
And He is fighting for
His beloved.
He's fighting for me.
As I rest in His loving arms.
And He is strong.
"That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong."
-2 Corinthians 12:10
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