High Pressure Valve

Fire is a frightening thing when out of control. I've seen shows where ceilings and floors give way to ravaging fire. I've also seen what water can do to fire when shot at it through high pressure hoses.
The enemy is a fire starter. He can't be at all places at all times so he has to use guerrilla warfare to keep his chaos working. He loves to put his own sort of pressure on those trusting the word of God. He also fights nastily and uses every angle to get his wicked work done. He waits till you're exhausted (he works hard to keep you from resting) and then attacks for as long as he can to wear you out. He waits until you're starving and then puts a hot fudge sundae of fleshly temptation before you to get you to "bite". Let's face it, he never plays fair. Once you've fallen, he then condemns you for partaking in the thing he tempted you with!
In the midst of the biggest battle I've faced thus far, I felt as if the rubber band of my endurance was about to give way and break. I couldn't see anyway I was going to be able to endure much longer. The enemy kept adding straw to the camel's back until I was sure my "knees" were going to buckle. All I could do was cry out to God. I couldn't read my bible, I didn't have the faith to do much else. I was asked by a friend if I could "feel" the prayers of the people. Hey I was suffering from sensory overload to the point I couldn't feel my own feet. I wasn't aware of a soul praying for me.
As I look back (hind sight always seems a whole lot clearer than normal vision) I can see that all I needed to do was cry out to God. I don't remember sensing a difference at the time, but that cry did something in the spirit realm.
I think back to Exodus 22:22-24. It warns those who afflict widows NOT to. I had my share of natural and spiritual affliction in the past months. I didn't enjoy watching the humans that hurt me pay the consequences of their behavior, but I'm quite thrilled to know that God took out His sword and struck a blow at the adversary who was behind all the affliction I lived through.
I can feel the pressure of the enemy mounting again. It's slightly different, but nonetheless present. I have the benefit of one of these sort of battles "under my belt". I'm not the same rookie recruit. I'm using my own high pressure hoses to shoot out the water of the word to blow away the enemy. I will not be taken by a blind surprise any longer.
Today I'm a tad more sure of how much greater our God is than the enemy. I am back on my prayer, study and praise walk. While I'm not ready for another attack of that proportion, I am ready to go back and get in the game of life again. I'm so glad to have a high pressure valve release called tears to let God into deal with the terrorist.
Selah
- love never fails.