I smashed into a hard wall of protection this weekend, only this time it wasn’t one of my own. A familiar pain touched me along with a desperation to see freedom come to a stranger’s life. I say stranger, but she doesn’t feel like one to me. I know her in ways I can’t explain, but she has yet to know me or others like me.
Knowing the rejection I was going to face, I was still compelled to approach this wounded woman to ask her name. To my surprise she spoke it to me, but then disappeared quickly. I didn’t chase her. That wasn’t my job, nor is it my job to teach her trust. I know what I am meant to do. She needs someone to fight for her where the fight matters most.
2Co 10:3-4 (Amp) For though we walk (live) in the flesh, we are not carrying on our warfare according to the flesh and using mere human weapons. For the weapons of our warfare are not physical [weapons of flesh and blood], but they are mighty before God for the overthrow and destruction of strongholds