That's right, you heard me!
THE BATTLE IS WON!
Now, you're probably wondering what battle I'm talking about. Well I'm glad you asked, now let me tell you all about it.
Ever since the age the age of twelve, I have been addicted to porn. There, I said it . It's out in the open now. And I know that every guy who reads this will at this point say something like "We've all been there, every guy has dealt with something similar in their life." Surprisingly, that statement isn't all that comforting to me. It never has been. Nonetheless, I have fought long and hard against it and for the record, I lost a lot of those battles.
Then the World Race came along. I went into this with the naive belief that the World Race would "fix" me. That it would automatically force me into a holier, more purified lifestyle. Guess what, it didn't. I know from my own personal experience that you can find ways to get online and get onto porn sites from any country in the world. Even on this trip, you can find ways to be alone for a little while. I know, I've done it. And I knew that it was killing my spirit. I knew that it was keeping me from going as deep with the Father as I wanted to. And yet, that didn't help.
Then something happened. Something snapped inside of me. Any guy who has fought this will be able to tell you of the moment where they snapped and said "Enough!" Well I hit that point in Vietnam. Something inside me broke, I snapped.
I said "Enough."
So, I did the only thing I could think of. I went to my team leader Brandon, and I told him everything. It wasn't easy, but I knew something had to happen. So after the initial bewilderment he was feeling dissipated. We started talking about it and going deep into all the why's and how's of what was going on. We prayed together and I went back to my room feeling like I was one step down the right path.
I said "Enough."
So, I did the only thing I could think of. I went to my team leader Brandon, and I told him everything. It wasn't easy, but I knew something had to happen. So after the initial bewilderment he was feeling dissipated. We started talking about it and going deep into all the why's and how's of what was going on. We prayed together and I went back to my room feeling like I was one step down the right path.
But this battle wasn't over yet.
That night I fought harder than I ever have before. Every time the enemy would throw a fresh attack at me, I'd throw a prayer at him. That is the night I put my armour on and fought with every ounce of strength the Father could give me. I found freedom that night. Chains were broken, and God stepped in! Well, the next day I felt at peace. It almost felt like a part of me was gone. Not only gone, but the hole it left filled with more of Him than I've ever had. I haven't been hit with the temptation to go back once yet. That was two weeks ago. I know the enemy is lurking waiting for another chance to attack. But I have the armor of God. And Jesus wins!
So there you have it. It's not the Race that's fixing me. It's God.
This is the one blog that I didn't ever think I'd be writing. It's scary. It's always scary letting people into the deepest darkest parts of your life. But I'll tell you why I did write it.
There is hope!
There is grace!
There is forgiveness!
There is freedom!
It's found in Christ!
It's found when you run to the Father's arms.
There is hope.
He's already won.
He's given you His armor.
There is grace!
There is forgiveness!
There is freedom!
It's found in Christ!
It's found when you run to the Father's arms.
There is hope.
He's already won.
He's given you His armor.
So come on, say it with me.
I know you want to!
THE BATTLE IS WON!!
JESUS REIGNS!!
