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Topic: FEET (01/17/19)
- TITLE: Fight Wisely!
By Karen Vlantis
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The flying kick to Miranda’s face flattened her: she somersaulted backwards and crashed onto the ground.
Survival instinct jolted her to fight back: she rolled onto all fours and hoisted herself up.
Before she had steadied herself, a swift kick connected with her ribs. She doubled over, lost balance and smacked back down. Winded: she remained where she fell.
A foot booted her stomach. She jerked into fetal position. Defenseless, she covered her face with her hands. Despite the submissive stance, the rapid assault continued. Feet stomped her head and pommeled her back. Pain seared as a brutal blow hit one of her kidneys.
She squeezed her eyes and gasped for air.
Stop! Stop! Please STOP!
Resolute, she pulled herself up. Just as she had garnered enough strength, an axe-kick hurled her against the wall and flattened her. Her legs crumpled: she sank into a pile on the floor. Her body trembled as tears drenched her face.
There was no relenting. Satan knew how to wage his war and destroy her.
Deflated, Miranda flopped onto her face and bawled, “Lord, where are you? I can’t handle this anymore!”
Unconstrained, she wept. Her body shook. She groaned and sobbed. Exhausted, she drifted off to sleep.
In sweet release, Miranda found herself lying in a meadow, clinging to a pillar of light. Tears rolled off her cheeks, but evaporated into steam before they splattered onto the feet on which her head rested. Intrigued, she lifted her head and gazed upwards into the radiance: the face of Jesus.
He lowered himself and sat next to her. Love poured from His eyes as he gazed into hers, “My Child, Satan fights his war in the minds of humanity. Because this is his battleground, you need to protect your own mind. If a soldier’s head is wounded, it becomes difficult to use the other pieces of armor to resist enemy attack. ”
His words washed over her. Comfort and peace flooded her body.
Emboldened, Miranda replied, “I try protecting myself. I quote the verse about putting on the full armor of God... but Satan still floors me. She pouted her lower lip, “And then kicks me whilst I’m down.”
Jesus lifted her chin with his finger and kissed her forehead, “It takes more than merely quoting the verse to be clad in my armor.”
Miranda furrowed her eyebrows.
“You have to protect yourself when Satan bombards you with lies and convinces you of being worthless.”
Miranda’s shoulders slumped, “I generally feel like a loser.”
“Dig into my word: Unwrap the true character of who I am; discover how much I love you; embrace how precious you are to me; explore the spiritual gifts I have prepared for you. “
Miranda cocked her head.
“Satan will strangle you with despair and strip you of hope.”
Miranda’s eyes widened, “I often feel suffocated with depression.”
“Read my Word as often as you can. Remember my truths.”
Miranda sighed, “I do read the Bible, but I struggle to remember any of it.”
“Take little bits at a time. Repeat them to yourself. Understand concepts. Mull them over. Let truths swish backwards and forwards through your mind. By whatever means you can - stash the concepts into your long-term memory.”
Miranda rubbed her eyes. Her chin rested in her palms, “I have been hoodwinked! I thought if I rattled off the odd verse and flung it out into the universe that it would do the trick. “
Jesus shook his head and smiled, “When circumstances appear to be bad, I see how your destructive beliefs crush you. I know you are overcome by negative thoughts. I discern your discouragement. I understand your despair. My heart breaks.”
Miranda exhaled,”After all these years you would think I would be wiser. I thought that was just how I am. Negative and depressive… someone who would never amount to much.”
“My precious child, those are lies from the pit of hell. Protect yourself. Use my weapons. You will be the victor.”
She stretched her arm to release pins-and-needles.
Don’t allow negative thoughts to run amuck. Jam-pack your mental storehouse with my Word.
She flexed her fingers.
Draw on my Word. Let them explode with life. My promises and truths will strengthen, comfort, advise and correct.
She sat up and yawned.
Use My armor to resist the enemy whenever he attacks, when it’s all over, you will still be standing up.
Her eyes fluttered open.
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