God’s Got a Battle to Win

some last touches to my hair. I’m nervous, anticipation making me a little jittery. I’m going out to

the bars tonight. I’m going to make friends with the prostitutes and bar owners. I’m going to pray

kingdom into that place. I’m praying for each one of those bars and brothels to be shut down. Me

and God, we’re fighting the enemy tonight. So, while I’m all dressed up and “cute” I’m actually

going into battle with my armor in place. I’m an undercover secret agent for my Lord. Yes, I can

witness to people openly on the street but I can also witness to them with my actions of love and

acceptance. I’ve got my battle face on; I know how this is going to end. It’s going to be a victory,

there will be casualties; casualties of my pride, my arrogance, my identity in this world but I’m

okay with those being killed because I will take pride only in my God and I will find my identity

only in the King. In Jesus’ name there will be victory in the battle over these men, women, and

lady boy’s hearts.