This time 5 years ago I was meeting a pastors wife who knew little about me, once a week, for 5 months. She wasn’t sure why, she just knew I was hurting deeply. Her husband did our pre-marriage counseling the year prior, so maybe she felt obligation. But I’m so thankful for her faith and persistence. She was so gentle but she championed for my breakthrough. I knew the enemy was terrified of my meeting with her. I knew he was afraid of her. I’m so thankful for the way she sat with me in silence. It felt like even in those moments, she had enough faith for the both of us to fight the spiritual battle happening within me. She gave me a verse (2Tim1:12) and told me to write a letter to the Lord and to seal it. She promised that He would do what I asked, because she heard my small broken voice but she recognized the warrior heart in me banging on the Father’s door, and she knew He was in the midst of my rescue. And He did it. I never thought I’d say it, but I treasure that year. It was the year I really saw Him for who He was. It was the year that could have made or broke my faith, and why I stand confident on His rock today. I wholeheartedly know and believe the enemy is terrified of a woman who know’s her place in the Kingdom. Of women who know who her Father is. The enemy is already under our feet. He just likes to fog things up and stir up a storm when we finally realize it.
I couldn’t be more sure of my ground—the One I’ve trusted in can take care of what he’s trusted me to do right to the end.
2 Timothy 1:12