My Enemy — The Enemy

My enemy is the enemy . He is my enemy, I am his enemy. He doesn’t want me reaching to that land. That land filled with milk & honey. He’s my enemy, been thinking all along that he can stop me. He’s my enemy , I’m his enemy .

He wants to continue to try to pull me down a whole, not knowing where I’m supposed to go.

He wants to continue to have me doubt & question my Father. My Dear Father that knows best. Conniving, sneaky little enemy. I’m his enemy, he’s my enemy.

Just like how he did, to my sister Eve. That time he slithered & hissed at her in the garden. Kinda like how he did me, one time in a dream spiraling. He felt a threat, he seen an opportunity. So by all means, did he come to me. To try to get me, into thinking so deeply that. I cannot do this. Plant this seed . Let it grow. Let it fester so you can stay stagnant amongst others he’s trying to take me down with.

Watch him slither, watch this snake. This same snake, that tried to get me. But my Father told me that I have power over ALL the enemy. That includes the enemy, my enemies & any enemy in between. Yet, I will crush & walk all over you with all power my Father , tho art in heaven, hallowed it by thy name. I must be gentle, because I have to love my enemies. Please have a seat, as we prepare this table, in the presence of my enemies. Kingdom come, thy will be done.

My enemy? The enemy. Let me not give you all that credit. My enemy? The enemy, it’s been me all along.. allowing the seeds to grow; self doubt, depression, anxiety, be anxious for nothing tho, my Father tells me. That peace He will bring to me. Worry, what more will that worry, add to my life. Did He not say to cast all anxieties over to Him because He cares for me. It’s Him that cares. Not you. My own enemy, is my self image of the enemy. I painted that to be myself. Because it is me that is holding myself, like a baby in its mother’s arms, but it’s gotta. Twist to it. This hold. It’s holding me the wrong way. It’s forcing me to stay behind & watch the arms on the clock go TikTok. Just waiting until I will release myself from this type of hold. Because it is strong. With this strong hold.

Yes there is a real battle, a spiritual battle. One that I cannot see. But it is one that I have to speak for. My guardian Father. it is in your name. Who fights all fights for me. But this here. It is me that has to show up ready for battle. The enemy is after me as I’m going after myself. He sees me better than I see me,

& that is why he is after me. He sees the glory to come. He sees what good can be done. He sees, my Father sees me. But it is me who cannot see me. But I know that there is an enemy. Take em out take em out one by one.

Depression - boom

Anxiety - boom.

Low self worth - boom.

Hit them all, take them all. Because you’re worth every shot. My enemy , the enemy . It is me. Because I’m worried that I won’t take that shot. Just take it. Just do it. You’re missing too many as is. Father , my Father. He’ll tell me where to aim. He’ll guide me along the way. Load, aim, shoot, fire. Will I take His hand as we go into battle together . To get these enemies, to get my enemy. To get the enemy.

He’s already defeated. **