Life is war.
Sometimes I just feel so burdened by the battle. This week has been messy. One of my roommates abruptly decided to move back to Colorado. I’m doing my best to keep another friend glued together. Life has been less than glamorous. I worked after hours to dig out a smelly sewage line. I almost got salmonella, but didn’t (thank you God). I contracted a cold. I saw my support account exceed $3,500 only to fall again after credit card fees were deducted. I have too much on my plate. But, through all this I know God is there. And His purpose is clear. I’m still going on the World Race. I’m still going to training camp even though I haven’t had a chance to get excited about it yet. Sunday morning when my jet takes off, I’ll be excited.
Three days to go.
I have to check myself sometimes. When things are this difficult I know something insanely awesome is imminent. God is about to crash this party. How cool is that? The enemy knows what’s up and he’s taking his shots while he can. But, guess what? I expect a fight and I’m ready. I’m standing out in the street and I’m calling you out. Yeah you, Satan. I’m here to pick a fight.
You already lost. I already won. And I declare war.
This is war.
