My eyes unclosed, and it was morning. Already, I could feel Satan’s hot breath down my neck, his forked tongue licking at my heels, baring teeth. I just got up, thinking I could persevere on my own. I have fought this battle many times. But I did not prepare. I did not shod my feet with peace. I did not outfit myself with the breastplate of righteousness to protect my heart. Instead, I made coffee. Instead, I checked my Facebook. He was there, too, waiting for me, laying another trap. Satan studies me. He knows my weaknesses and my strengths. I am a super woman, didn’t you know? You see that mole hill over there? BAM! It’s now a mountain! Do you have those superpowers, too? Thankfully, I am not so far gone that I can’t break free from this spiritual cryptonite. Once again, I seek refuge in the only army of One that can bring victory. I am not that one. I do not need to fight this battle on my own. I can not. Jesus is waiting for you to turn your battle over to Him. He is your hiding place. He has carved out a special place to store you, to cover you, to protect you. But you have to be willing to go. Go!
Listen to Selah’s You Are My Hiding Place.