As I have learned more and more about the Kingdom of God and this supernatural world that exists around us, I have come to understand how we are born into a war zone. I am talking about a war between the enemy and God. Lightness and darkness. I am talking about how the devil is trying to kill us as soon as we take our first breath. But God has already won this war. He created us, formed us in His image and likeness, and planned our destiny before we were even formed in our mother’s womb. When we decide to follow Him, He begins to reveal that destiny to us, step by step. And He begins to show us how He wins those battles with the enemy.
Learning about the war zone we are in, and born into, I’ve been able to understand my own war zone much better. I’ve been able to piece together how the enemy has been trying to kill me and how God has taken each of those attempts and turned them into something good. Something that molds into the plan He has for me.
I was born to two mentally challenged parents. I shouldn’t even be the beautiful woman of God that is writing this right now that I am, but I am. God saved me, because He knew His plans for me. My biological mother didn’t even know she was pregnant with me until close to her due date. Things weren’t done to ensure a successful pregnancy/birth. And in my early years, it wasn’t much better. Without going into too much detail, I wasn’t properly cared for as a baby. It wasn’t until I was adopted that I received proper care a child needs to grow. God saved me again. But then, things weren’t all shiny still. My mother was great at providing, but not at nurturing. She demanded perfectionism, and she pushed me far past my limits. I spent most of my life hating myself and hating her.
God saved me again. He continued to win battles while the enemy continued to try and take me out. He couldn’t win at my birth, so he tried over and over again. He thought he could get me to kill myself even. God wasn’t having that. He saved me.
To be continued…