Recently, I died a little. Both literally and metaphorically.

I came home from America, meeting old friends, checking some stuff, and sadly, discovering I was terribly allergic to cats. Like seriously, so bad. Anyway, my plan was to go to Philly, find some gap year ideas, make a decision, spend some time with the americans, and God and get back to the bible a little. Sadly, my plans didn't work out. I got there and found myself tired and sick from the cat, named Stinky.. Not once did I think, a little prayer would ease my pain. A little quiet time would put me at peace. Instead I spent the most of my days with one of my best friends sleeping on the couch and feeling sorry for myself. Eventually I headed to another friends and spent 2 days of pure fun with a large group of purely christian friends, and yet, I actually remember chucking my bible across the bed one day instead of even thinking of opening it.

The weekend Dave Hawthorne and I went to the Maranatha Winter Retreat, their equivilent of the CE weeked. Chuck Young was the speaker, and he was powerful. He really opened up the word, but still, I felt a wall. I came home, and ended up in Craigavon Hospital 2 nights in a row, feeling depressed. Feeling sick, and out of breath. I attempted to pray, attempted being the key word. I was distracted. I felt like i was talking into the medical curtain, and not to my savior.

All last week, I prayed and felt like nothing was happening. My heart was simply not in it. I felt abondoned, which was stupid of me.

Then yesterday, Sunday March 1st my Mum, a great woman of God, was listening to a sermon and mentioned to me about how "Prayer should be a conversation, not a statement". I realised how right she was. I was trapped in this little box, sound proof. I wasn't praying into a wall, i was praying, and then building a wall up. A good friend of me told me, in her exact words, "The devil is an ass, don't stand up for his crap. Tear the wall down" Christianity is a fight. WE have to fight the devil's tricks and temptations everyday. Never give up the good fight, get washed in the word. Arm yourself with it. I lost a battle, but the wars already been decided. I came back to God after 2 weeks of nothingness, my own fault because I stopped fighting. Now i have my sword, and I intend to use it.

Here are some verses in relation to prayer, faith and battle. I'm only giving you the verse names, this way the 3 people who read this will have to look them up tghemselves and open their bible, hopefully helping you to get battle ready.

James 4 v 3

James 5 v 16

Romans 8 v 26

Philippians 4 v 13

Psalm 138 v 3

Psalm 28 v 7

Psalm 16 v 8

Psalm 34 v 4