Under Attack
God is directing. We are responding. Satan is attacking. Wednesday was a powerful time of prayer in response to God's directing. I've known for months that God was instructing me to speak up and I have been miserable because I stayed quiet. Wednesday I couldn't hold back any longer...so I spoke up. Who knew that it was going to be the right time? God did. A movement has begun with our family...the family we used to call Pleasantview Baptist. But evidently Satan doesn't want us to move out in God's direction because I can feel the attack we are under. Our good friend, Jackie, told us immediately after the service that she has a "suspicious" looking lymph node. I got home and got an email that I allowed to steal my joy. Then there was something else to throw me. I confess...I became angry where in just an hour before, I was at peace. Jim sat down at the kitchen table with me and said I had to pray right then and there. Truthfully, I wanted to hold on...