The Enemy Will Attack

Since September, I’ve been helping lead a group called Freedom. It’s a ministry that’s all about helping people step into the abundant life God has for them — the kind of freedom Jesus already won on the cross. It’s holy work. But it’s also front-line work. And when you’re on the front lines, the enemy notices.

The truth is simple: The enemy will attack!

The spiritual warfare has been real — even before I said yes to leading. For a while after committing, things calmed down. But then the waves began to hit again.

Unexpected financial stress that is on going.

A stolen car and the long legal process that continues.

Physical pain and mental health battles that have paralyzed me.

Family tension. Friendship struggles. Work challenges.

Doubts and questions of my call and who I am.

It’s been hit after hit after hit.

And tonight? No different.

After our Freedom class — where the topic was surrender — I came home and immediately smelled smoke.

As a burn survivor, that smell makes every alarm in my body go off. My heart started racing, and I felt panic rise as I searched for where it was coming from. Then I saw it.

Before leaving for class, I had turned on a simmer pot — one of those little electric pots filled with water, apples, cinnamon, and pears to make the house smell like fall. It’s been one of my favorite things lately, and I’ve even made dried mixes for friends and family. But when I walked in tonight, the water had evaporated and the pot had scorched.

Smoke hung in the air — and my mind went right back to that place.

Now, I don’t think everything is spiritual — sometimes we just forget or make mistakes. But this moment? I knew it was spiritual.

Here’s why:

1. Safety is always on my radar. I never forget things like that. If anything thats the first thing I turn off when I leave a room let alone the house.

2. The enemy has used this before. During my first Freedom class three years ago, a kitchen fire broke out from a stove malfunction. This was the time I was the student and wanted my own freedom.. The enemy knows fire is one of my deepest triggers — and he’s used it before to stir fear and trauma. He doesnt have new tricks.

This is what the pot looked like when I got home.

But God immediately turned the attack into a testimony!!

He saw it before I did. God knew the enemy had a forgetful or almost blocking spirit on my mind that would forget this crucial thing.

He protected my home from damage, Nothing was damaged except maybe the pot.

He kept the alarms silent to spare unnecessary panic since I was gone for 4 yours my neighbors would gave had go handle that.

And He calmed my heart — no fear, no flashbacks — just peace and clarity.

And listen… I might’ve looked absolutely crazy marching around my house, Febreze bottle in one hand and praying out loud in the other — but let me tell you, it was worth it. Every prayer. Every step. Every declaration of peace over that space. Then laying in my bed just proclaiming protection and safety and continued blessing in this space.

Because the enemy WILL attack. That’s a promise.

But when you’re rooted deep in God, those attacks lose their power. When we root into God, the wind cant blow us offer and the bullet cant penetrte.

They may sting, but they can’t take you down.

They’re nothing more than **Nerf darts** against the armor of faith.

So if you’re feeling pressure — if you’re weary from the fight — remember this:

The attack means you’re advancing.

The storm means you’re standing.

And the resistance means you’re doing something that matters for the Kingdom.

Hold your ground. God’s got you.

**Today’s Verse:**

“No weapon formed against you shall prosper.”— Isaiah 54:17

When the smoke rises and the battle feels relentless, remember: the weapon may form, but it will not win. God’s protection runs deeper than fear, and His peace burns brighter than any flame.