I'll Stand.

For the weeks following FUEL, I felt like I was training for something: all the books on the Bravehearted Gospel, devotions, worship, prayer - it was leading up to something.

Now I know that I am in training every day, for the battle that will last my lifetime. It's a battle against principalities and powers, and the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places; it is a battle that is waged every day, and I am being moved closer to it.

After yesterday morning's effort, I was ready to try again this morning - we all were. And we all overslept. And my mother dreamed a dream that caused her to pray over every one of her children individually, and as she prayed over me, she saw the jaws of the lion from her dream.

Am I trouble? Is the devil getting nervous?

Good. Good. Bring it on, puppy dog. God is with me - who can be against me? I can stare the whole world in the face, my flesh included, and withstand whatever it throws at me.

Ephesians 6: taking upon myself the whole armor of God, so that I may be able to withstand in the evil, stand against the wiles of the devil.

Well, today was a day that dragged me down. My hair didn't feel right: greasy after washing it just a few hours before. My dreams distracted me, and I couldn't forget them. My school was a whole other battle.

But today, I read the Word. I prayed. I sang. I failed in some things, succeeded in others - but this day is over soon, and tomorrow is a new one. Tomorrow I'll try again, and I'll keep training, and keep fighting.

It's a roller-coaster, a life lived with God, but it's exhilarating.