A Week of Warfare

It's been a rather unusual week. First of all, my 2 month old didn't do what I'd come to expect as far as sleeping goes. So I got less sleep than I had been getting (which wasn't enough in the first place :) My 3 year old had her first nightmare which made for a couple of interesting days. What prompted her dreaming her pillow had turned into a bear is beyond me. Between my husband and I there seemed to be a distance - a lack of communication and mutual respect. Then also, some minor health issues acted up. Overall, it's been a very odd week.

Ephesians 6:12 says we are in a struggle against spiritual forces. As funny as it sounds, last Sunday I felt convicted to be doing a blog. Why God would influence me to do a blog I don't know - it could just be for the discipline of writing; perhaps someone will say something I need to hear; maybe there will be words God can use to speak to someone. I'm not so arrogant as to think this will be anything fantastic, profound, or even interesting. And for all I know, nobody else will even care to read it. None the less, I feel it is something I should do. And this week I have not done it. This week I have felt instead discouraged to even try. To me that is spiritual warfare - preventing or discouraging God's purpose and plan.

Granted, I made choices, sometimes poor ones, to do other things besides write. That is my responsibility. But the spiritual warfare comes in fighting the desire to do something besides what God has asked of me: something easier. Which is what has been the over riding feeling from all the odd things of this week. And sad to say, sometimes I have chosen not to write when I could have. Who knows what opportunity has been missed by my choosing not to do what God has asked? However, I am still determined to see this through; I just hope life will someday achieve a shred of regularity.