A few mornings ago, I woke up feeling oppressed. Even though it was still dark out and my children’s eyelids had not yet opened, I felt like the day was going to be a waste. I preconceived that attitudes would be flaring, obedience be optional, and fighting to be at an all-time high.
So, I started praying. “Dear Jesus, today is Your day to shine. I am your vessel…”
Then attack…lies from the enemy. “Your house will never be clean. Your child will never obey the first time. Head to your computer and tune out the world…”
Prayer. “Be in my head. Fill me with your wisdom. Be in my eyes. Allow me to see people as You see them.”
Attack. “You have so much to do. You are a poor example of a parent. Go to your safe-place and hide.”
Prayer. “Jesus, You are bigger than these lies. Help me!”
Attack…Prayer…Attack…Prayer…
After devotions and prayer, I started my day at the computer still feeling heavy.
About once a week, I receive an email from my husband that doesn’t have any other point than to encourage me. He had no idea that that day was the day I most needed it.
I hope you guys have a good morning….I Love you.
So I wrote back how I was feeling.
I am really being hit with the enemy saying this is going to be a bad day. Not sure why.
Jesus, through my husband’s fingers, wrote back…
Who are you going to believe?
