Spiritual What??

So here I am.
Fumbling with the keyboard.
Debating with myself.

Before I even started blogging, I have always wanted to open about spiritual warfare but I worried that it might scare people off.  I know I can't be the only one out there....so maybe if there is even one person who can relate, it's worth it???

Everyone has giftings.  Most people can identify with their giftings/talents quickly whether it's writing, drawing, musical, strong speaker, etc....and then there are people like myself.  Dabbling in just about everything trying to find what I am good at.
Being a clean freak does not count as a talent.
My talent search became more difficult once I married Justin.  This man is talented.  When I say I can't play piano, I mean dinging on it with one finger at a time.  Then J says that he can't play either but then plays some melodic song....geesh.  I didn't realize that "wasn't" playing.
Scratch piano off the list.
My drawings barely look like stick figures.  I still can't draw a 3D looking box.  I have been working on my bubble letters since freshman year..no good.
X out artist.
We had baby dedication a few Sundays ago and being on stage made me feel sick and Justin gets up there  almost every Sunday morning in front of everyone.  I don't know how he does it.  I think I am smiling but when I look back at the pictures, it looks like I am terrified.  Really?
Not a motivational speaker...or any kind of speaker.

I have always known that I was/am sensitive to the Spirit.  Certain situations/people can burden me instantly.  Now I have more understanding and know that the Holy Spirit is prompting me.  Not necessarily to give or talk but sometimes just to pray.
At church a while ago, our pastor was talking about a book that he really enjoyed and said that there were copies in the atrium if we wanted to buy one.  I walked out a bit early and saw a man who looked homeless, tattered clothing, ratty hair, dirty and he picked up a book and then he saw a sign that had a price for the book.  He quickly put the book down and looked back at me and we made eye contact................

 and he walked out the door.  I felt my heart reaching out for him, the lump in my throat growing and the tears in my eyes welling up.
I stood by the front doors and watched him walk away.
I cried for him for three days.
I still remember his face.

Sensitivity.
In the bathroom I felt like the Lord and I were crying together.  Who else was crying for him?  Maybe no one.  Maybe only me that day.
I am certain that the Lord cries out for each of His children.

Not even a year after J and I were married I started feeling a heaviness, spiritual heaviness.  I am not talking about my deceased grandparents or a ghost, but an awareness of the battle going on.  There is spiritual warfare going.  The bible is very clear about this.
This stuff is not only for the old testament or scary movies.  It's easy to picture Satan in a red suite with pointy ears and a pitch fork in the fiery pit, just "misunderstood" character.  This is not fantasy.  He is not a mythical creature.  He is not a halloween costume.
The battle is on and YOU are in the middle of it.  Right now.
Better get your armor on.

Ephesians 6:12
"For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms."

I am talking very lightly about this subject but I do know when things are brought to the light, the power diminishes.  The power of the voice.
The battle will continue until He comes for his bride but at least we can be prepared.

Put on that full armor baby.