Spiritual warfare. It’s real. And I mean really really really real. It comes in different ways. Feeling the heaviness of an area, and not wanting to speak up, and a spirit of lethargy have come upon me. But then one I have really been having a hard time with is the silence.
The devil knows that there is power when the name of Jesus is spoken and he is working so so hard to keep my mouth shut. Telling me my voice doesn’t matter, that I don’t have anything to say, and no one will listen anyway. All lies but all very real to me. Coming out of month 1 I was learning a lot about the Lords breath.
Psalm 31:6 “The Lord merely spoke, and the heavens were created. He breathed the word, and all the stars were born.”
Isaiah 52:16 “And I have put my words in your mouth and hidden you safely in my hand.”
And so many other verses I meditated on that told me about the life that Gods breath in my lungs can bring. A word from one of my squad mates through a listening prayer for me was that: with God’s breath in my lungs I can change a city.
Struggles are coming and this next season is going to be hard. The Lord told me it would be barren and that trials would come, (“when troubles come consider it an opportunity for great joy” James 1:2, another month 1 scripture). But it’s going to be ok because I know that the God that breathed the same stars into existence breaths into me, so I will not be silent ever!
It was so cool because this morning I’m writing my letter to Abba telling him that I’m struggling with being silent and the tiredness and feeling the weight of this town and all these things, but he told me to never trade in the voice he gives me for the devils silence. And I said “ok lord I will try not to”(such a human response). I leave morning devotions still feeling somewhat heavy and we are getting ready to eat breakfast and Emily my team mate is cooking listening to the song that says, “it’s your breath in our lungs so we pour out our praise to you only”. I busted out crying in the middle of the kitchen because God hears me, knows what I need, and uses little things to tell me to keep pressing on.Abba is so cool in that way, I love him.
Things may be getting hard so yes let’s pray, but never forget how powerful the God we serve actually is. You will never get through anything in your strength and you breath, it’s his and his alone. His strength gives us the will and his breath gives us the way to keep pressing on in full dependency of him in our lives.
