Tip Of Their Spears

 i pray, Abba Father, that many more folks will wake up soon, including that young man who works at the library, who comes to work wearing a dress.  May whomever reads this pray for him as well.  i don't expect anyone to listen to the likes of me, though i'm not qualified to pass judgment on anybody.  i trust You, Father, even in my darkest hours, knowing the Holy Spirit is dwelling within me as others attempt to put me at the tip of their spears.  i know the Holy Spirit and i are doing something right when they're taking shots and watching my every step.  i'm on stage and you're the Stage Manager now with Your hand on all the controls.

i know that i don't ever have to feel that i'm at the mercy of the devil.  You won't let me lose that battle; in fact, i say, "Satan!  Take a hike and don't come back this way and tell Jezebel to stay in hell, in the name of my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ!" Thank You, Lord, for putting limits on the intensity of my temptations and for providing a way out when i ask You to help me to make better decisions.  Deliver me, O Lord, from evil men; Preserve me from violent men Who plan evil things in their hearts; They continually gather together for war.  They sharpen their tongues like a serpent; The poison of asps is under their lips.  Selah. -[Psalm 140: 1-3]

Thank You, Holy Spirit, for the nudges t hat help me to perceive those who provide the obstacles over which i may stumble.  It's a healthy paranoia.  Folks would accuse me of being stoned and paranoid--at one time that was true--but You and i know better now.  i remember the days when the only time i felt benevolence toward others was when i was stoned.  Help me to have benevolence toward others because i'm already blessed.  In the past, i did fine stumbling on my own.