My Silent Battleground

Dear Lord; Happy Wednesday Father!

Monday morning Father, I woke up to someone standing on my chest…

Or at least it felt that way.

No sleepy eyes calmly tip-toeing into the morning’s experience for me, but instead my heart raced; keeping time with my mind as it rushed frantically into the new week’s trials, struggles and fears…

The unknown had me firmly in it’s grip.

I tried to focus; to redirect my hectic mind and find Your peace, but those demons had caught me unaware as I slept and now were firmly entrenched within me…

So I went about my morning; moving from task to task in a determined effort to derail my inner turmoil, but in the dark recesses of my heart those taunting voices persisted…

Reminding me of my failures…

Seeding doubts about my choices…

Planting worries about those I love…

And introducing fears about the week that lie ahead…

“I’m already there Phil…” You whispered.

The voices calmed, finding diminished audience as Your truth set in, and the pressure in my breast began to ease…

The balance within had shifted… Your peace had won the day.

The assaults however, continue still Lord; timid declarations of dissent from the darkest corners of my mind, waiting once again to catch me off my guard…

Ever assailing me from the shadows… Seeking for an opportunity to regain that precious battleground.

It’s been said Father, that we can be our own worst enemy…

And in my case, I find this true far more often than I care to admit.

So thank You Lord.

Thank You for standing in that gap; aiding me in fighting back those unseen forces that threaten to pull me from Your peace.

For it’s in Your name I pray, and it’s bathed in Your grace I live…

Amen.

~Phather Phil