I can't truly describe what I went through at the hospital. I can't describe it because it is too traumatic for words. I went through an emotional battle that was more horrific than anything I have ever encountered before. I laid in my bed for hours, staring down the enemy of my soul.
I know the enemy's goal was for me to choose another god. He wanted me to find refuge in Buddah or Allah. Satan wanted me to find respite in some other deity. He wanted to convince me that the God of Abraham, Issac, and Jacob was a brute and insensitive to women.
However, I couldn't deny my faith because I know Jesus. I know Him to be gentle, serving, poetic, and willing to suffer and die for me. Despite my miserable condition, I held onto His garment. I was weak, but I knew my hope would not disappoint me.
If this hospital stay did anything, it gave me a new respect for the Holy Spirit. This respect isn't a whimsical love or fellowship. It is a true reverence for the Holy Spirit's power and dominion in my life. He is with us and is faithful.
I know the enemy's goal was for me to choose another god. He wanted me to find refuge in Buddah or Allah. Satan wanted me to find respite in some other deity. He wanted to convince me that the God of Abraham, Issac, and Jacob was a brute and insensitive to women.
However, I couldn't deny my faith because I know Jesus. I know Him to be gentle, serving, poetic, and willing to suffer and die for me. Despite my miserable condition, I held onto His garment. I was weak, but I knew my hope would not disappoint me.
If this hospital stay did anything, it gave me a new respect for the Holy Spirit. This respect isn't a whimsical love or fellowship. It is a true reverence for the Holy Spirit's power and dominion in my life. He is with us and is faithful.
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