The battle belongs to the Lord. The victory is ours!

On my darkest days, when I feel inadequate, unloved and unworthy, I remember Whose daughter I am and I straighten my crown. 

Lord, let me bring honor to Your Name. Wake up the sleeping giant of this nation. I am intoxicated in Your Great Love. My Lord, my savior, I am overwhelmed with Your hope and by Your presence. I am thankful that I am here for such a time as this.

Unleash Your angelic host. We're about to experience the most awesome powerful warfare. You are the righteous God. I am picking up my shield and I will be loosed of the lies that held me down. I am putting on the battle shoes to march with the army of the Lord. I am picking up my helmet and putting it back on and believing that I am who God says I am. I am overwhelmed by the presence of God. I feel and I hear His voice.

I can hear the terrifying roar of the lion of Judah tribe. The one that is the name above all names, that is seated on the throne. I can literally hear the urgency of the hour that we live in. All the outfits of the unrighteousness will be thrown out and burned. Pick up the sword and the shield soaked in the blood of Jesus Christ, so the enemy can't touch you. The peace of God my heart will surpass and protect my heart and my mind forever.

Always remember that the battle belongs to the Lord. The victory is ours!

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