They attack loud from the front and silently in the back

He faltered, he faltered. He stood where he knew he should not. And the enemy took advantage of the momentary slip-up. A grenade unnoticed by the little one puffed out a nearly odorless gas. Pride

A bolt of electricity arched down his torso. The shock of it didn’t have time to register on his face before the poison began to take effect.
>>>>----Jealousy---->
A demonic green raced to his face, and then was covered up before anyone noticed.

Another flaming arrow was loosed, another direct hit. Only this time more powerful than the last.


The demonic host gave a short cheer, and attacked with vigor. The little warrior promptly fell the ground almost blinded from the onslaught of attacks.
>>>>------guilt--->
>>>>------guilt--->
>>>>------guilt--->
He faltered. In just a few short hours the enemy had leveled two solid hits on a warrior who was becoming less and less accustomed to these attacks.

The wounds. They hurt. They hurt him so badly. Faith, lifeblood left his body. Terror began to sink in. He reeled, stumbled and fell down. Blind in the sudden darkness.

The Sword, the Sword of the Spirit brushed up against his hand. He pulled it from its sheath, and the enemy began to fear. He began to pray. The enemy began to shake in fear. For they knew, they knew the wrath of the Father was fierce. As he prayed his shield (faith) grew. As he leaned upon The Spirit, and the Word, the arrows of the enemy hit their target less and less often. With a word from the Word Guilt left. With a mighty swing the Love and Glory of the Lord, cleared the battle field. All cower before His righteous anger and holy power. He is Jealous for His son, Little Warrior, and Loves him madly deeply!
The little warrior sunk to his knees, great tears, great sobs shook his body. The Father scooped him up rescuing him from the enemies attacks. And little one sunk into his Father’s arms with the song “He’s faithful to the end…Glory to the Lord!” ringing from his lips.

But the Father did not keep him in His arms. “The little warrior needs to learn, he needs know, he needs to grow. The enemy is asking to sift him but I won’t let them. He must grow now so that they don’t.” He said to himself as he put the child down. The enemy saw their opportunity and launched a full frontal assault. Arrows full of flame and terror whizzed through the air. The little warrior no longer tried to dodge them all, he couldn’t. Tim and again he ran to the Fat asking to be picked up. “Up, ABBA up” he cried showing just how young he truly was. Time and again the Father told him no, which threw the son into confusion. He knew that he couldn’t battle, not this many arrows. Not this strong of an attack.

Even as his thoughts began to be affected by the arrows, even as he began to lose hope the Father knelt down and began to guide the child’s sword. After a bit he stood back up and watched his son practice and try what he had learned. The father stepped in again, and corrected his son saying “now try and do it this way”

He little warrior got a moments respite and saw that It wasn’t just him who was receiving these attacks but many in the same congregation. He sided with his brothers and sisters and they began to form a phalanx. Now even fewer arrows got passed their shields of faith. More joined the group. Their strength and prowess increased the newborns grew into infants, the infants grew into children, and the children fell to their knees in prayer and fasting face down before the father.
After a season the Phalanx was broken up, and many of the warriors were moved to other battalions. Those who had not put on the full armor were even more ravenously attacked than before because they had tasted of the Lords Goodness which the enemy hates.
During the battle the little warrior slipped. His youngness again showed itself. The hordes of the enemy taking full advantage shot many arrows and the little one again fell to his knees. Again the father rushed to his son’s side and blocked many on coming arrows. The little warrior again reeled when an arrow glanced off his eyes. He was partially blinded. Pain shot through this heart. He sought a respite from the war. A place of rest “and my house shall be called a house of prayer”. “Not yet” said the Lord, “for now you must return to your brothers and sisters”. Obediently the child returned. Verses began to stream into the child like medicine. People surrounded him. Prayed for him. Spoke into his life. And began the process of healing. At one point a depression arrow struck him. But the Spirit of the Lord moved and the Child spoke “And the greatest among these is Joy”. Like a wellspring of life joy rained down upon him. Laughter touched his lips and his heart. The verse actually went “and the greatest among these is love” God’s love. Thus proving that God does have a sense of humor.
The little brothers and sisters surrounded the little warrior and prayed for him. His sight returned. His wounds healed. And he became stronger.
Whether we realize it or not we are in a war, and often are hit by the enemy’s arrows. When it happens seek the father, seek your brothers and sisters, seek the Word.
For your defense know the Word of life (it is your defense offense and healing spring), use your shield, Proverbs 3:5, Seek the father (he is your life source), seek your siblings (they are your family at arms), listen to the spirit (he is your tactician).


The Father he loves you. He’s fallen head over heels for you. And all you have but to say is I do. And all that he will do will be beyond your greatest dreams. Life will be difficult, life will be a struggle but His love will come upon you and you will receive life, His life! All the days of your life you will have access to the throne of God. Your condemnation will be swallowed up. And you will know the father and he will know you. And it will be good. Just as He is good.

The Love from the father filled him up, healing the little warrior's wounds, lifting his weighty baggage. For nearly two hours he sobbed. The word states “By his wounds we are healed”, And it rings so true. The little warrior had never known such love, such freedom, he had never seen such power, such goodness, and never desired to spread it like he did then. He saw beauty in the child, the child who prays. And he prayed for her. He desired the things of God like he never had before. He was free, he's free, and he is forever free! And he desired to spread that love to the ends of the earth.