The below post was featured on Shannon Ethridge's Blog. Whether you are doing spiritual warfare for your marriage, family, or personal struggles- I pray it inspires you!
I beat up the devil today when I went running. Yep I did! I am sure the neighbors might have heard me roaring like a hungry lion and shouting like a girly girl.With every step I pounded him into the ground. I did angry air punches and kicks making sure he knew I was tired of the ways he brings destruction and deception into our lives.I wholloped him in the belly and slapped him up-side the head. As I stormed up the hills and through my streets, I could feel him wanting to take the wind out of my sails and make me give up.
He wanted victory. Never!
I will not stay down.
He cannot keep attacking me with hopeless thoughts. His tactics are old and outdated, boring and uncreative. I am not stupid. I know how he works. I will not fall for his slimy subtleness. I will not be a victim to his dirty tricks. He is a liar and that is the only language he knows!
I often combine spiritual warfare with running. They go nicely together- adrenaline and prayers bring out the warrior in me! When I run I feel strong and victorious. I am more aware of the resurrection power running through my veins. I can sense the Holy Spirit filling me with physical and spiritual strength to fight the good fight and not look back. My heart beats loudly to the rhythms of grace. I know who I am. I know who I was made to be. My lungs take in the fresh morning air and I feel alive and free, the way I was created to be.
As I battle in the spirit, I recognize there is someone else running ahead of me, crushing every obstacle. My air punches and ninja kicks are just another sign that the devil has been defeated. Jesus has paved the way for my victory already on the cross.
I am merely just running to remind the devil that he stinks worse than the sweat under my arm pits!
As he scours a way with his tails between his legs I breathe a sigh of relief. The power that is in me is greater than he who is in this world. He can’t stand under the power of the cross. Jesus Christ has run the race, fought the fight, stepped on the head of the devil already. Everyday I am merely re-inforcing my victory!
My tears mix with sweat sometimes, but that’s okay because through my tears I drown out the voices of defeat and wipe away the doubt. They wash through my soul, cleansing me from fear and worry. My tears help me to see clearly – Jesus fights for me. He is on my side.
So no matter what may come… And stuff is coming, I stand firm in my identity. I will hold tight to my faith. I will run victory laps everyday.
The big Jesus in us makes us victorious over the devil’s tiny attempts to trip us up and knock us out of the race.
Stay strong fellow runners!!
He cannot keep attacking me with hopeless thoughts. His tactics are old and outdated, boring and uncreative. I am not stupid. I know how he works. I will not fall for his slimy subtleness. I will not be a victim to his dirty tricks. He is a liar and that is the only language he knows!
I often combine spiritual warfare with running. They go nicely together- adrenaline and prayers bring out the warrior in me! When I run I feel strong and victorious. I am more aware of the resurrection power running through my veins. I can sense the Holy Spirit filling me with physical and spiritual strength to fight the good fight and not look back. My heart beats loudly to the rhythms of grace. I know who I am. I know who I was made to be. My lungs take in the fresh morning air and I feel alive and free, the way I was created to be.
As I battle in the spirit, I recognize there is someone else running ahead of me, crushing every obstacle. My air punches and ninja kicks are just another sign that the devil has been defeated. Jesus has paved the way for my victory already on the cross.
I am merely just running to remind the devil that he stinks worse than the sweat under my arm pits!
As he scours a way with his tails between his legs I breathe a sigh of relief. The power that is in me is greater than he who is in this world. He can’t stand under the power of the cross. Jesus Christ has run the race, fought the fight, stepped on the head of the devil already. Everyday I am merely re-inforcing my victory!
My tears mix with sweat sometimes, but that’s okay because through my tears I drown out the voices of defeat and wipe away the doubt. They wash through my soul, cleansing me from fear and worry. My tears help me to see clearly – Jesus fights for me. He is on my side.
So no matter what may come… And stuff is coming, I stand firm in my identity. I will hold tight to my faith. I will run victory laps everyday.
The big Jesus in us makes us victorious over the devil’s tiny attempts to trip us up and knock us out of the race.
Stay strong fellow runners!!
