I noticed this week that I am losing focus quickly, am incredibly fatigued, and lost. If I don't write it down, I forget. All of these are my warnings blinking brightly.
I'm still standing Satan.
About now I am praying to hear His voice loud and clear, or wishing for one of those talking mirror mirror on the wall things.
My ultimate victory didn't come from wielding swords. No, my victory came through complete surrender.
Wherever I hide, my feelings find me. I am struggling with this at the time.