Pray for me. Pray for me. Pray for me. I used to say it all the time. I'm under attack. I'm under attack. I'm under attack. I told just about anyone who would listen how Satan was attacking me. Then I begged them to pray. I rarely, if ever, had any victory. Sometimes I hung onto the scripture people like to toss around that "the battle is the Lord's (1 Sam. 17:47)." Perfect. I could go on vacation while everyone prayed for me and God fought the battle. Little did I understand why I had so lit...
Published on January 04, 2014 12:14