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<p>I was not sad to see last year go.  Two thousand and fourteen was just fine to go its merry way.  I didn&#8217;t stand with a white handkerchief, holding back tears as it rode into the sunset late December 31st.  Last year was hard.  Full of trials and constant opposition.  Sometimes I felt successful if &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2015/01/05/mandisa-says-it-too-youre-an-overcomer-but-how/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&ra

<p>Jesus said to him, “Away from me, Satan! For it is written: ‘Worship the Lord your God, and serve him only.’”  Then the devil left him, and angels came and attended him. Matthew 4:10-11 Just a reminder that when we finally put our foot down and tell that stupid devil to get away from us, &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2014/05/04/a-reminder-to-put-your-foot-down/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&rarr;</span></a></span></p>

<p>Be serious.  Be alert! Your adversary the devil is prowling around like a roaring lion, looking for anyone he can devour.  Resist him and be firm in the faith, knowing that the same suffering are being experienced by your fellow believers throughout the world.  1 Peter 5:8-9 This summer we vacationed in Gulf Shores, Alabama. &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2013/09/16/tell-mason-im-sorry-notes-on-spiritual-warfare/">Continue reading <span

<p>Be serious.  Be alert! Your adversary the devil is prowling around like a roaring lion, looking for anyone he can devour.  Resist him and be firm in the faith, knowing that the same suffering are being experienced by your fellow believers throughout the world.  1 Peter 5:8-9 This summer we vacationed in Gulf Shores, Alabama. &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2013/09/16/tell-mason-im-sorry-notes-on-spiritual-warfare/">Continue reading <span

<p>My week in the light of Instagram&#8230; Yep.  That would be my van. A big ol&#8217; metal rod found its way into my tire. Not a nail. Or a piece of glass.  A big metal rod.  What in the world? Pleasantly, I was stranded at a dear friend&#8217;s house, where we were allowed an extra &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2013/05/04/a-week-in-instagram/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&rarr;</span></a></span></p>

<p>It may sound eery, but when I opened my eyes this morning, one verse came to mind&#8230;. Be of sober mind.  Be vigilant and cautious at all times; for that enemy of yours, the devil, roams around like a lion roaring [in fierce hunger] seeking someone to seize upon and devour.  Withstand [Resist] him; be &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2013/04/29/it-is-important-that-you-know-this/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&rarr;</span></

<p>Yesterday screamed all things spring.  Our season&#8217;s first baseball practice could not have  been more strategically placed in the month.  The weather was a perfect 70 degrees.  The fields vibrant green.  Weeping willows are dripping the first signs of life and the Bradford Pears are working hard to press through the final remnants of winter. &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2013/03/17/god-chimed-in-at-baseball-practice/">Continue re

<p>Newbern Cherokees. That was our name. We were red and white. Our uniforms weren’t fancy. In fact, they resembled practice squad hand-me-downs. But I didn’t care. I loved football. It was my eighth grade year and this was our biggest rival, the Trimble Demons. The air at their middle school football field smelled of grilled &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2012/09/11/hitting-on-kickoffs-by-brent-crenshaw/">Continue reading <span class="met

<p>I was a school bus girl.  I rode the bus from my first day in kindergarten until I had my own car.  I lived on the very edge of the county line, so it took the bus a solid 25 minutes to get to my high school. As a sophomore, I vividly remember the sick &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2012/08/21/prayin-up-our-babies-a-bully-the-bridge/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&rarr;</span></a></span></p>

<p>I confiscated every sword in the house. I was up to my ears in Samurai noises, battle sounds, and the infamous &#8220;shing-shing&#8221; sound effect of sword play. Moms of boys, aren&#8217;t we convinced that the &#8220;shing&#8221; noise develops in utero? I  am convinced. I took them all.  The nerf swords. The power blazers. The light &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2012/08/17/you-can-take-the-boy-away-from-the-sword/">Continue readin

<p>I have ran with the same friend for years. We meet at a small church parking lot near a stretch of sidewalk where we love to run. We have memorized what red light marks a 5K, what subdivision makes four miles and which fire hydrant adds up to five. Along this path, our friendship has &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2011/11/02/if-your-faith-is-shaken/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&rarr;</span></a></span></p>

<p>From the lips of infants and children you have ordained praise because of your enemies, to silence the foe and the avenger. Psalm 8:2 Do you ever feel as if the enemy, the Devil himself, has a plot against you? Do you ever think that He is on your tale, bombarding you with conflict after &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2011/09/15/i-need-to-know-this/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&rarr;</span></a></span></p>

<p>This summer, the enemy made a solid effort around here &#8230; trying to steal from God&#8217;s people. Like a little girl fumbling around in the dark, trying to find her favorite Lovie, I fumbled in the dark many days. Running my hands across hardship and life stress. Patting along chaos and confusion. I knew it &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2011/08/06/now-where-did-i-put-my-passion/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&rarr;</sp

<p>For though we walk in the flesh, we are not waging war according to the flesh. 2 Corinthians 10:3 I must remember this. I am in a battle. And the closer I get to the front lines, the more dangerous the fight. For the weapons of our warfare are not of the flesh&#8230; 2 Corinthians &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2011/03/29/a-spiritual-demolition-derby/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&rarr;</span></a></span></p>

<p>The van. Arguably, one of the most stressful places on the face of the earth. Confined space, three boys, a tired mama, unbalanced tires, a floor full of crushed Fruit Loops, torn interior and a whole lot of noise. Stress. So, in hopes to minimize further chaos, I rarely allow Ethan and Grant to sit &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2010/10/31/fighting-over-nothing-101/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&rarr;</span></a></span></p>

<p>Roman soldiers were trained to lock shields in formation, creating an impenetrable defensive wall bristling with spear points. When shields were locked in place, they would march forward as a whole, advancing the enemy. They called it a Tortoise formation. Unstoppable. Stronger together than apart. In all circumstances, take up the shield of faith, with &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2010/09/19/forgetting-how-to-dress-in-battle/">Contin

<p>Before I typed the first letter this morning, I just sat and stared at the blank page. A full cup of joe sitting to the left of the screen. My Bible open. My nail kit in view sitting behind the computer. (Yes, I sometimes paint my nails while I read my Bible and blog. Just &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2010/08/10/crying-over-coffee/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&rarr;</span></a></span></p>

<p>Sometimes I have to regroup. What exactly am I doing with this blog? When the Lord stirred this blog in my heart, my prayer was to open up a piece of what God was teaching me to hopefully bless someone else. A place to grab a cup of joe and read some Bible. What a &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2010/06/17/this-blog-is-not-about-me/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&rarr;</span></a></span></p>

<p>I&#8217;m surprised my cell phone didn&#8217;t explode in a Holy Fire yesterday morning. Seriously. I received this text from a friend in regards to my &#8220;Today I was not O.K.&#8221; post. How&#8217;s this for the best text ever&#8230; You first win spiritual victories in your mind. If you cave into feelings of fear and doubt, &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2010/06/11/today-i-am-more-than-o-k/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav

<p>One word&#8230;.attack. Spiritual attack that is. You know, you&#8217;d think the enemy would get a little more creative. Maybe pick something new to come at me with. A new trick. But no. I am attacked in the same areas every stinkin&#8217; time. And you would think I could see it comin&#8217;, be prepared or at &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2010/06/10/today-i-was-not-o-k/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&rarr;</span></a></spa