“For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers over this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places.”
??Ephesians? ?6:12? ?ESV??
These words have eased my mind so many times. When I see someone getting hurt by someone else I want to go make it right. Stand up for them.
Then the words from the song “brother” come to mind.
“When I look into the eyes of my enemy I see my brother.”
How could I ever want to hurt my brother?
These two sentences change how I feel towards people so quickly. Sometimes not quick enough because I’m stubborn and want to see justice my way.
But what else can I do but pray?
Pray specifics. Pray in tongues. Pray without words. Pray with groans from the heart. God knows what I’m trying to say when words can’t describe it for me.
The hardest thing for me is surrendering control. But that’s exactly what happens when all I can do is pray. Most of the time I seem to do this as a last resort. I want to be better at making this the first thing I do.
