Take THAT Sucka!

Why. Why. Why.

Why do I fret?

Why do I worry?

Why do I cry and complain and lose sleep and FREAK OUT?!

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I read back through pages of journaling and I see the sadness and the questions.

Then I see the rejoicing and the AHA! moments that happen soon following.

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This my friends…is an AHA! moment.

AHA!

AHA!

AHA!

I love God.

He has to be the funniest person I know. And He has to just LAUGH at me in my AHA! moments.

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So the battle has been won.

V-I-C-T-O-R-Y

VICTORY!

VICTORY!

VICTORY!

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Clearly there will always be battles in my life where I will be fighting against … everything.

Even myself as I fought in THIS battle.

But the GREAT thing is…….

I SO WON THIS BATTLE!

Oh yeah.

TAKE THAT SUCKA!

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That’s what I want to yell.

Over and over and over again.

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This was the probably the most ‘aware’ battle I’ve ever had.

Where I’ve felt myself in this tug o’ war, back and forth, craziness of a mess.

And it was a conscious decision over and over to do the right thing (and sometimes the wrong).

But today is defeat for the enemy.

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See Satan….you can’t win. You can pull. You can push. You can kick. You can beotch slap.

But you can’t win.

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I have an army on my side.

I have a God that loves me.

I have friends that lift me up in prayer.

I have children who ask God for protection upon my life.

I have a staff that doesn’t allow me to walk alone.

I have best friends that laugh in my face and then tell me NO in their loud Mom voices.

I have people who don’t give up on me.

I have light.

I have love.

I have God.

I have an army.

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The Battle belongs to the Lord.

Reminds me of the song of oh, so long ago.

In heavenly armour we’ll enter the land
The battle belongs to the Lord
No weapon that’s fashioned against us shall stand
The battle belongs to the Lord

When your enemy presses in hard do not fear
The battle belongs to the Lord
Take courage my friend, your redemption is near
The battle belongs to the Lord

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Do not fear, Michelle.

Take courage, Michelle.

Your redemption is near, Michelle.

You don’t fight this alone, Michelle.

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Sorry satan…but you didn’t win.

And God Himself I believe threw that last punch in and ended it this time.

And I came out…uninjured.

Renewed.

Refreshed.

Strengthened.

Laughing.

Smiling.

Loving.

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And you……you little minion….wanted me to come out in sadness.

Depression.

Weakness.

Untrusting.

Lacking.

Dark.

Unloveable.

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Well…….

Take THAT Sucka!