I’m a little fired up right now, so you’re just going to need to excuse my run on sentences and lack of punctuation. I’m mad. I’m angry. I am so ridiculously furious right now that I am vacillating between tears and rage. We know the enemy comes to steal, kill, and destroy. We all know it because we have all LIVED it. He has taken something from us. He has killed someone we love. He has destroyed something beautiful. You all know my passion for waiting mommas–you know it’s the thing that keeps me up at night, it’s the cry of my heart, it’s the stirring in my belly. And it just infuriates me that the devil is using babies as his darts. He knows a momma’s (and daddy’s) deep love for her child, and he is using that to wage war against God’s children. He knows the potential of each child to tell a piece of God’s great love story. He knows how fearfully and wonderfully we are made, how we are created in the image of God Almighty. He knows, and he has his darts pointed. And I’m sick of it. I spent the better part of yesterday morning and this morning pacing my kitchen floor begging God to give the enemy a fierce blow, begging God to have mercy on these women I love so dearly and these babies who speak to the glory of God.
And I just want to say … keep fighting. Please, please, please keep fighting that ugly enemy. Surround yourself with God’s Word, our Sword. His Word can slay the enemy. It can slay him. Pray the armor of God morning, noon, and night. Call on Him, not like the polite request of a person asking for a meal at a restaurant, but as a child who knows the unconditional love of the Abba Father.
And if you cannot fight, if you are so beaten down that you cannot even open your Bible or utter a single word, please, I beg you, reach out to someone who believes in the power of God’s Word. If you don’t have someone, please reach out to me. We will fight for you. We will drag your mat to the feet of Jesus. We will hoist you on the roof and beat a hole through the ceiling to get you to Him. We will pray the armor of God over you and we will use the Sword of God’s Word to fight back the devil from you. We will cover you. We will surround you. We will love you. You are not forgotten. You are not forsaken. You are not left. We will fight for you, and so much better–HE will fight for you. You can rest, and we will carry you to Jesus.
In all circumstances take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming darts of the evil one; and take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the Word of God, praying at all times in the Spirit, with all prayer and supplication, to that end keep alert with all perseverance making supplication for all the saints. Ephesians 6:16-18
Blessed be God because He has not rejected my prayer or removed His steadfast love from me! Psalm 66:20
For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord. Romans 8:38-39
Rejoice not over my, O my enemy; when I fall, I shall rise; when I sit in darkness, the Lord will be a light to me. Micah 7:8
But the Lord is faithful. He will establish you and guard you against the evil one. 2 Thessalonians 3:3
O our God, will you not execute judgment on them? For we are powerless against this great horde that is coming against us. We do not know what to do, but our eyes are on you. 2 Chronicles 20:12
And he said, “Listen, all Judah and inhabitants of Jerusalem and King Jehoshaphat: Thus says the LORD to you, ‘Do not be afraid and do not be dismayed at this great horde, for the battle is not yours but God’s.'” 2 Chronicles 20:15
But you, O Lord, are a shield about me, my glory and the lifter of my head. Psalm 3:3
Give ear to my words, O Lord; consider my groaning. Give attention to the sound of my cry, my King and my God, for to you do I pray. Psalm 5:1-2
But I call to God, and the Lord will save me. Evening and morning and at noon I utter my complaint and moan, and He hears my voice. Psalm 55:16