Spiritual Attack?

+JMJ

 

Dear family,

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The day started like any other, but as a mother, you always carry a quiet vigilance in your heart.

When my youngest son came running toward me, panic in his eyes, covered in angry red welts, my heart dropped.

A swarm of wasps had attacked him, stinging him repeatedly.

Though I knew, thanks be to God, that he wasn’t allergic, the sheer number of stings caused great concern.

My hands shook as I handed him an antihistamine, praying that it would be enough.

The swelling had begun, and fear clutched at me as I went to get the EpiPen, wondering if I’d need to use it. 

I could feel the weight of uncertainty in the air, but at the same time, an inner voice whispered, "Be not afraid."

Even in the midst of the chaos, I knew that God’s hand was at work.

The antihistamine did its job, and my son didn’t need the EpiPen after all.

Relief washed over me, yet the adrenaline still pumped through my veins.

Looking up in gratitude to the heavens, I whispered a prayer of thanksgiving to the Lord.

But as I turned back, there it was...another wasp!

It had followed him inside!

It felt almost symbolic, as if this wasn’t just a physical invasion, but a spiritual one.

Time and time again, I have seen my children...my most precious gifts...attacked in ways that go beyond the natural...wasps, infections, emergencies!

There are moments when the devil makes his intentions clear, and I’ve never been more sure that this was one of those times.

People might say, "It’s just nature," or "Get pest control!" Believe me, we do.

Pest control comes regularly, but this feels deeper. I know it in my spirit.

The evil one knows that my children are my heart, my life.

He tries to attack what is most dear to us, and as a mother, that’s where it hurts the most.

But I stand firm in the Lord. No wasp, no illness, no attack***physical or spiritual***will ever come between my children and the love of God.

The Blessed Mother herself knows this pain—the fear, the urgency, the unrelenting love of a mother’s heart.

She stood by her Son even at the foot of the cross, and in her, I find my strength.

So I pray, with all the fierceness of a mother’s love, for divine protection over my children.

"Satan, in the name of Jesus Christ, leave my children alone!" For they are God’s, and nothing will ever separate them from His love.

I surrender them into His hands, and in His name, I find peace.

In Jesus name, AMEN!