hidden with Christ

I think the devil hears my prayers.

I’m afraid to write anything down, to say anything out loud.  It only gives him information to use against me.  The more I turn to God, the more I seek His face, the more my heart softens–I only become more and more vulnerable, more prone to his attacks.

Where is my protection?  Where is my fortress?

My body is in need of a blood transfusion.  My heart needs a shield.  I have hidden His Word there.  Is that why he aims there? I hold the promises to my chest when grief would consume me, threaten to kill any remnant of faith, hope, and love still enduring inside me.

Lord, I am united with Jesus, the Prince of Your peace.
Where there is hatred, fill me with love
Where there is injury, pardon
Where there is doubt, faith
Where there is despair, hope
Where there is darkness, light
Where there is sadness, joy





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