Oftentimes I use pictures as examples to give clarity and understanding of what I am trying to get across when I speak, converse with someone, and even when I pray. One picture/example that I love is the boxing ring or a wrestling match. This came about because of the scripture which says "for we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places" etc.; this scripture became a reality during my early days of spiritual warfare training by the Holy Spirit.
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Let me make this plain and clear, I did not go on a demon hunt and neither was I looking for a fight with any demons. It was all God's doing and not only did it grant me personal experience in warfare but it gave me a personal history of experiencing God's overcoming power, might, and strength.
There were times when I would literally feel as though I were in a boxing match and had been hit with such heavy blows until I was down on the mat with the referee standing over me doing the count down. As this would be taking place I would be laying there thinking to myself, just wait until I get up and when I do I will show no mercy.
Mind you in the natural I am not a fighter. The story of my childhood would reveal that I was called a "chicken" because I hated fighting. On numerous occasions I was beat up or picked on by kids who knew that they would not be successful at beating up my oldest sister so I would suffer the consequences. This fear of fighting carried over even into my marriages(s) and for years I suffered physical abuse. But, for some reason when I started encountering the spirit realm and its demonic hordes, something fierce and tenacious would come over me and I would show no fear in the heat of the battle and I would not and do not relent or show mercy to the enemy. I call it "kick butt." (Note: I made it known often to God that I would have preferred encountering the good angels...)
Although, I have heard many speak of the good things that they either see or believe that the Lord has in store for me with this new phase in my life, there has been another voice speaking even louder causing me to struggle emotionally and mentally to point of near depression. BUT, I should never be counted out and this the tormentor has forgotten. He took my tears as a sign of weakness; he took my silence as a sign of defeat; he took my withdrawal as a sign of retreat. He forgot that I am known for being still until the count is almost over....and then I STAND. When I do, I come up swinging and not like some punk little puny whipped woman. Its full-fledged WARRIOR...filled with the Spirit of God. You see what the enemy has failed to understand is that while I was quiet, while I was withdrawn, while I was weeping; I was talking to my Daddy the entire time. I was drinking from His bosom, my ears were attuned to His chest listening to the life rhythms of His heart, drinking His blood, and letting Him endue me with His power, might, and strength....and that is why and how I am made to "overcome" by the WORD of my testimony and the BLOOD of the Lamb.
……For when I am weak; then I am strong……
