The Fourth Attack

The first attack was physical.

It came after his strength and comfort and turned it into pain and suffering.

The second attack was mental.

It crawled inside his mind and replaced every good thought with lies. It turned his safety into fear, his clarity into confusion.

The third attack was spiritual.

It breached every sentry’s post and tore away at his hope and belief.

The Fourth attack was Jesus.

He shored up his bones and sinew and restored his strength.

He girded his mind with lovely thoughts, and the truth of who he really was; fearfully and wonderfully made.

He stitched the threads of a torn belief together again, and rebuilt the battle lines with His presence, always standing watch.

The only attack that was fruitful, was His.

He reached down from heaven and rescued me;
he drew me out of deep waters.
He rescued me from my powerful enemies,
from those who hated me and were too strong for me.
They attacked me at a moment when I was in distress,
but the Lord supported me.
He led me to a place of safety;
he rescued me because he delights in me.


Ps 18:16-19