It had been a rough night. Something we had for dinner didn’t agree with my stomach. You don’t realize how far away an outdoor bathroom is until you’re running there in the middle of the night.
Multiple times.
I’d asked God a million times why He wanted me attention all night. I asked Him why my strong stomach failed me. Why I was the only one dealing with the repercussions of whatever we cooked ourselves and all ate. It didn’t make sense.
That’s when He brought to mind what our host said about spiritual warfare in this area.
So by the light of the moon with the early morning midst falling around me, I rebuked the enemy as I trudged back to my bed once again.
In the name of Jesus, I commanded him out of this town, this compound, and my stomach.
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