Moments in time when God calls us to battle.
Go. Move quickly. Put on your armor. Use what I have taught you.
I have prepared you for battle. Take action. Now.
It is of the greatest importance.
Here is my battle story:
He is in Danger
When that moment came in my life, my heart was racing.
Urgency pumped through my body.
If I didn’t move, the consequences would have been grave.
My husband lay on the couch.
The pressure and burdens in his life were so heavy, they were almost visible. So tangible I could reach out and touch them.
My strong husband had endured many months of physical weariness, mental pain, and emotional stretching. It was too much.
Becoming greater every day. Heavier.
Harder and harder to stand… every day. And me?
I said the words. Out of my mouth they came… And they pushed him back. Pushed him down.
The words left my mouth and it was the last straw….
He was about to break.
No Time for Regret
And there was truly no time for regret.
I said the last words.
It was too much.
But there was something more happening.
You see, my husband is a man of vision.
A dreamer living his life wholeheartedly to make famous the One who gave him life.
The things ahead for my husband are not small.
God will use him in mighty ways.
And the enemy is doing everything in his power to stop that from happening.
So there was no time for regret.
My husband needed me.
He had fought the battles.
Taken his discouragement to the Lord and chosen to believe truth, time after time after time.
He got knocked down, but he got up by holding on to what God said.
This time, I knew it.
I could see it.
He wasn’t getting up.
Put on the Armor
So I put on the belt of truth… I knew I would need to remember truth. It would hold everything else together.
I put on the breastplate of righteousness. The righteousness of Christ. My authority. The reason I could move swiftly into battle.
The righteousness of Christ given to me… my only power… my all encompassing protection.
I put on the shoes of the gospel of peace. And I came.
One foot in front of the other… as fast as I could.
I was a messenger with the truth of the good news of the gospel.
I ran with those shoes… As fast as I could to deliver the powerful peace of the gospel for my husband’s weary soul.
And the shield of faith… I took it and held it up as I ran.
As I did, the spiritual attack was STRONG.
The battle was more tangible than I have ever experienced. I held it up. Dodging. Extinguishing this dart. Turning to extinguish another. Faith. Faith in the one who fights for me.
I took up the helmet of salvation. And the helmet of salvation… oh how it gave me the boldness to keep going… knowing that the salvation given to me would be my protection. I could keep moving… I could keep fighting… in Jesus’ name.
And with the sword of the spirit… I fought.
Go into Battle
My friends, I’m not sure I’ve ever experienced a battle quite like this before. With all that I had, I prayed. I prayed and cried and spoke the words of truth. Songs of worship came out of me and I declared their truths. In Jesus’ name, I declared who my husband was. I claimed the promises of God for him. I cast out all forces of Satan in Jesus’ mighty name.
And I stayed in that place.
All of my energy.
All of the truth of God’s word stored up in me.
The Spirit of God moving. Giving me words, strength, and power in Jesus’ name.
And it was all pouring out of me, because the battle was imminent.
The attack was strong, but God was stronger.
I AM your victory
And God was our victory.
I don’t know what all was said as I prayed.
I can’t remember the specifics, but I know that my God made a way.
My God broke chains for my husband.
God was our rescuer.
My husband was on the verge of giving up. On the verge of a hopelessness that would have sent him into a dark place that would have been very hard to come out of.
But my God…
Oh how my God rescued.
As I said, I don’t remember all the specifics, but what I do remember is there was a clear break in the spirit.
The battle was over.
We looked at one another with such great appreciation and wonder at what God had done.
You have a battle to fight. It is important.
Friends, I say this a lot. Your identity matters. You matter.
You need to know who you are. You need to know that God has created you to be a cherished daughter and a mighty warrior.
Why? Because of stories like this. In a single moment in time, my husband needed me like he never had.
There are people around you that urgently need YOU.
You have a battle to fight. It is important.
“Be strong, and let us use our strength for our people and for the cities of our God, and may the Lord do what seems good to him.”
Dear friends, you are mighty warriors, FIGHT!
(And don’t forget to tell your battle stories, because we all need to be inspired. And that inspiration will give us courage!)