The time is now.
The enemy is advancing.
See, I thought that he was just externally attacking, but alas, he is after the heart. And he is subtle.
My apathy makes me sick.
and he won't stop fighting
until I am His
"Place me like a seal over Your heart, like a seal on your arm. For Your love is as strong as death, its jealousy as enduring as the grave. Love flashes like fire, the brightest kind of flame. Many waters cannot quench love, nor can rivers drown it. If a man tried to buy love with all his wealth, his offer would be utterly scorned."
He wants me, and I need Him.
But the enemy is trying to steal me away from Him, trying to steel my joy. And if the joy of the Lord is my strength, yet the joy is hidden, where can I find my strength?
And so put on your armor, for this is not an easy battle to fight. (don't let the enemy tell you otherwise)
