warfare!!!!!!

discouragement.

isn't it funny how you can go through a super-duper faith-building incredibly-anointed time-with-God mountain-top-experience..... *knowing* in your head that the high is going to go away and the challenge will come, but *feeling* like it never will... and then discouragement sneaks in?

WHY?~!

lies.

that teeny weeny GNAT with the teeth that likes to BITE and try to ANNOY the heaven out of ya.... with the great big MOUTH that speaks big fat LIES to try to SINK me when God intends for me to learn to SWIM... to tread water by TREADING on his big fat head.... STOMP STOMP STOMP.

WARFARE!!!!!!! WHOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

don't ya know, golly gee whiz bang, that those crazy lies seem to filter in through cracks you didn't know you had, where they waft in seemingly odorlessly but they are really ROTTEN STINKING LIES.... and if ya don't stay on top of the enemy infiltration....

WARFARE!!!!!!! WHOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

all last week i had this incredible feeling of RISE UP AND FIGHT, MIGHTY ARMY!!!!!

momoe said it was prophetic for my personal life, too.

sunday morning was a funny thing... i was in a rush to get to church, not much sleep under my eyelids, and i wasn't sure if i was going to wear this new black stretchy headband that i have (it's actually the cut off peace of some tights that i had cut and were uneven, and turned out to be the perfect size for a comfortable headband around my pumpkin sized noggin, but anyways....) .... not sure i would wear it or not, i wrapped it around my wrist... it was too loose. so i gave the slack a quick twist and brought it up around my middle finger, it felt comfortable, looked kinda kewl, and that was that... didn't think of it again. until later.

during worship, this incredible warring spirit just came over me and i was STOMP STOMP STOMPING.... no the usual dance/jump war, but a marching stomp, and fists clenced like a boxer ready to pummel the cr*p out of their opponent.... and it struck me that this black thing around my hand (and my middle finger to boot, see this post to find out what i'm talking about) felt kinda like when boxers wrap there hands with that tapey stuff to solidify their hands so they don't get injured when they are deckin' the devil but good.... lol.

put on the full armour (boxing gear) of God?

so everyday since sunday i've had this black band around my wrist/hand/finger, at it reminds me that God has called us to war.... called ME to war.... our battle not being with flesh and blood, but with principalities and powers..... and that my Jesus is TRAINING my HANDS TO WAR AND MY FINGERS TO FIGHT. (get back to that piano, lynnie! even a couple days without playing - warring! - is too many!)

a battle against the lying spirits.....

a battle for TRUTH, because the only power the liar has over those of us who are in the kingdom of God is what we give him... usually by believing his lies.

WARFARE!!!!!! WHOOOOOO!!!!!!!