Have you ever gone through something that has made you feel a lot ‘older’? I don’t mean older in a decrepit way – more of a “you’ve been on a fast track of maturity that has changed you to the point where there is no going back now” way. That is how the past 6-7 months have been for me. I feel a lot older (and bless my husband for saying that in the midst of getting older, my peace and joy in God have grown. It is true, and I am thankful. But you can’t go through a war like I’ve been in without relinquishing yourself to your Commander – and my Commander is utterly faithful and good.) I have been walking through a unique experience in which #1 I have never committed so fully to honoring my God in the midst of it; and #2 I have had scriptures that I thought I understood, come to life in very encompassing ways. First and foremost, I never truly understood before that our battle really isn’t against flesh and blood (Ephesians 6:12). We tend to fight each other, but the real enemy inhab