Today pretty much sucked, except for the drive over to Laura’s to get Jack for hockey.
I got nuked by the Spirit on the way over. It was great. He was all over me. He was all over me praying this morning too.
As soon as I got to Laura’s, I could feel the oppression. By 3pm, I was driving back to my folks. Laura told me that she has a full life – no time for me. Jack told me that he doesnt want to pray in the evenings any more. He too has a full up plate.
Oh boy. This hurt. But, God’s grace is awesome. Nate called me on the way home, and we spoke a bit. By the time we were done, I was feeling better. Bless God.
The war continues. satan, you are under my feet. Remember this.