In the cross hairs of the enemy...

Yeah, that's us.
In the last few months we have made some major changes in our lives. We gave up using credit cards, started to tithe, John decided to retire, got interviewing and jobs...since then we have had every upper respiratory infection known to man. Brennan even got pneumonia. Remember my post about poison ivy...yeah, poor Bren gets it just like her mom and no, I did not put her on prednisone. Jack developed seavers OC...in essence his growth plate flaps when he runs, nice. Yeah, we live in a fallen world. Okay. All of these medical thingies have mostly been inconveniences and co-pays. The thorn and the thistle.

But then it got personal.

First my electric griddle died. Have you ever tried to make pancakes for 7 with out a griddle? Takes a long time. But we prevailed.

Then it was the microwave...thank God for my thrifty friend Jennifer and her garage~sale~hounding husband. Because of them I have a fantastic $5.00 microwave that works perfectly on my counter...I have enough clocks in the kitchen telling me what time it is, I don't mind that the one on the micro blinks at all.

Last week when I was down with shingles of all things, I knew for sure, we are under attack. We knew for sure that we had become a very real threat to the kingdom of darkness. Spiritual though it may have been, it was D-day here. The enemy of our souls knows no mercy and he will attack the weakest link in our armor.

Yes, dear ones, he did just that.

The coffee maker died or rather, I believe was killed.

That's it, declared my darling husband! This has gone too far!
After several days of wonderful stove perked coffee that takes too long to make, we bit the bullet and bought a new coffee maker.

It lasted one pot and died. OR rather, it was done it. Yes, of course I threw out the receipt and the box...after all, it was going to last more then one dang pot!

After a morning of teenage angst, and middle school wardrobe malfunctions, not to mention a kindergartner hell bent on making me lose my crayons/brain cells, I am preparing for my time before the Lord.

While I would prefer the full armor of God to include the perfect shade of lipstick (the name of which I can now read since I have my glasses) as well as a fabulous pair of pumps and a matching in fabulousness bag...I am aware that this is full out thermonuclear spiritual war.

I am armed and ready to do battle on my knees dressed to kill with the sword of truth wielding at the get go. I have plead the precious blood of Jesus over every member of my family and myself. I just need one more cup of perked coffee to get going.

Ephesians 6:10-18

"Finally, be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power. Put on the full armor of God so that you can take your stand against the devil's schemes. For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand. Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place, and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace. In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God. And pray in the Spirit on all occasions with all kinds of prayers and requests. With this in mind, be alert and always keep on praying for all the saints. "


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