When The Wind Howls, How Will Your Structure Stand?

The temperatures have warmed. 

The wind howls, creating a recipe for an icy landscape. 

With each gust, shutters pull from the house, the tin loosens on the barn's rafters. 

I wonder just how long it will be before they are torn from their structures. 

The constant berating; weakening the structure unless careful attention is taken. 

These needs have been set aside as flooding, death and cancer cry for the immediate. 

The effects of neglect apparent. 

Integrity of structure compromised. 

Sometimes the end doesn't seem in sight. 

It is the big picture that frightens and causes us to recoil. 

Yet somehow as the focus from the big picture shifts to smaller snapshots; 

life becomes more manageable. 

We map out the plan for the day. 

Just today. 

We approach it bathed in prayer, poised for battle and resting in Christ. 

Ephesians 6:10-12

 Finally, be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power.  Put on the full armor of God, so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes.  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. 

Each day. 

Each step. 

All for the Father. Not for us. 

Redeemed. 

Ransomed.

Restored. 

"I am, holding on to you. I am holding on to you

In the middle of the storm I am holding on 

I Am'"

This Is War

They know I am on to them.

As bold as brass they run across the floor. With no care that I am there.

Now, with traps set in strategic places they refuse to venture forth.

We can not co exist. I draw the line.

They are small and furry. They leave messes everywhere.

They are almost like my children in some ways.

But my children are allowed to stay.

They are not.
I am sure they would argue they have been here longer. 
It bears no weight. 
Even if some think they are cute and Walt has personified the image.

 I wait to hear a snap. I check to see if there are any signs.

I even dreamed I have conquered them.

But not this morning.

One snapped and sprung into my grease cup.

Really?
The other licked dry of peanut butter. 

They think they are going to have the last laugh.

We scrub cupboards and dishes with clorox.

Leviticus 11:29
Now these are to you the unclean among the swarming things which swarm on the earth: the mole, and the mouse, and the great lizard in its kinds,

Nothing that swarms is good. 

This is war. 

Unless Mighty Mouse is headed our way.