prevalent visual we have of the word battle is
of course that of swords and shields, clanging
together on some endless field, horses rearing
as guns blast and canons blow.
It’s a great
visual, but not many of us will actually visit a
physical battle field in our lifetimes, to work
out a grueling fight.
Yet all of us
fight violently on a battle front each and every
day we live, there in the dark and mysterious
fields of our minds.
Defeat Work of Satan - Feeling Alone
Defeat work of Satan - Cont.
I felt so alone, laying there in my bed one
night. The darkness of my room seemed to
be invading down upon me in quick strides;
everything I looked at had an ugly twisted side.
I was depressed.
My heart had temporarily lost its hope and my
mind began its descent into the darkest of
regions within my being. I felt no
purpose, I saw no light, I felt no grace…I was
sightless; and the darkness was only caving in
Suicide whispered to my mind visions of relief,
of a quick and permanent end to my sufferings,
to my purposelessness. I closed my eyes
for a moment, hoping I would somehow just drift
away into some kind of beautiful light, leaving
all my darkness behind me…but there I remained.
As I pictured what the world would look without
me, I could see re-occurring images that those
that knew me and loved me would cry. For a
moment this was comforting until God whispered
the awaking truth…that I wouldn’t be there to
see any of it…that I would be gone.
The battles of our hearts and our minds are some
of the most powerful and epically fought
grounds…because many times we fight them alone,
out of reach of others care and in times when we
feel the weakest.
But gather up your strength and you might and
look into your battle front with an unshakable
stare. Ride in announcing your win and
force yourself to sing out that hope still
Win your battle by forced decision and kill the
dark lies of your mind. With God, you have
everything you need to win the fight…
For you do
have purpose here...even if you can't see it. To
someone, to something, your existence is their
world...and your heart is wrapped around God's
little finger...one small cry...one small
whisper...and he will come bolting through your
dark doors. He died for you.