There has been such an urgency, a fire in my heart and I have the feeling that I'm in the middle of a great battle and I am exhausted with the intensity of the prayer shooting from my soul.  For the first time I am not talking to Him, I am shouting, shoving with my words, telling the thief to back down, stand down, fall down because you cannot have them.  I can see him working, sneaking.  I hear the cracking.  I sense the bargaining that is taking place, the exchange of great things for tastes of the forbidden and it is causing me to wake with fight in my heart and fight in my bones.

And the power that lies in Scripture learned years ago, the power in the old songs, the power in the quiet, still times-- it is building and stirring and gathering.  The Spirit is thrumming with truth and I have never been more eager for the final victory, I have never been more eager for my God to throw down.