Saturday Night, Sunday Morning Problems
It’s 2:25am Sunday morning and I just took back multiple ice packs to the freezer. My recently implanted new battery incision didn’t respond well to maybe my 3rd intentional walk in a month. Saturday evening I just knew I had to get out the house and regain some type of recovery momentum. So, I met up with a friend and the walking began.
It felt good to see sunshine and get back on the saddle of exercise. I figured it would help me sleep. But, here I am after a couple hours sleep only sitting up in my bed. My hands and feet are itching like crazy from nerve pain. My lower back and battery site inflamed again. Of course, I am at my worst the night before Sunday.
Sunday is literally the only day of the week I need to get up and show up. However, it never fails the devil does all he can to make this day especially difficult. No matter how confident I may feel days before preaching you can bank that confidence will be gone by Sunday morning. I will be so exhausted, fried with nerve pain, and once again having to totally free fall into the arms of Jesus. It’s no coincidence that my greatest spiritual warfare comes the moment I try to show up for a very serious spiritual battle.
“For we are not fighting against flesh-and-blood enemies, but against evil rulers and authorities of the unseen world, against mighty powers in this dark world, and against evil spirits in the heavenly places.”