There is so much I want to blog about right now...
I have so many half written posts and half formed ideas,
but this week has left me exhausted.
I am so blessed and life is great
but the evil one is prowling.
I can hear his breath.
He is trying to break me.
I am so weak
and so I must cling tight
to the Eucharist in adoration,
to my rosary,
Because dear sweet Jesus is strong,
my guardian angel is by my side,
St. Michael is waiting for the word to strike
and the devil doesn't stand a chance.
I am no novice to this battle,
I carry the scars of years.
It's been quiet for a few
and God has kept the evil one at bay
whist I adjusted to my new role as a mother.
But now, now the honeymoon has ended.
God is calling me to battle
I must grow in humility, obedience, and gentleness.
They are my shield.
I must return to fasting, penance, and mortification.
They are my sword.
St. Gemma, show me the way.