Slipping, slipping, falling. My spirit calls from deep within to turn my heart in awareness, forcing me to my knees on your behalf. Intensity I have not felt in ages. Please Lord! When will the passionate pleas abate? Not until the battle is won and only my spirit will know. Babe, please be alert tonight as the enemy is near.

A few hours later my heart knew the battle was won...this time.

How I know my faith is real:

Sitting in my house Saturday night and the Holy Spirit inside of me tells me evil is near...not to me but to someone I love...and it brought me SO hard to my knees. My heart fully aware of the battle that was waging, yet full of a peace that passes all understanding...the only thing I know is my spirit going into auto-pilot...begging, pleading with the Lord for His presence, His intervention, His protection.

Then last night, to find out the exact time period my Spirit was on high alert, forcing me to my knees, the battle was real, the exact person my spirit was interceeding for was in the thick of battle...the enemy SO close. And when my spirit abated? The exact time the victory was won.

Now, you tell me Jesus is not King of King and Lord of Lords.