If I would mention the armor of God, I'm pretty sure you would know what I was talking about. You know, the Shield of Faith, the Helmet of Salvation, the Sword of the Spirit.
Powerful, weapons, forged by the very hands of God, given to us for battle! There is a fight between good and evil, a war between God and Satan going on. And us as women are ready to defend our marriage, our children and ourselves against the enemy. But do we know what battle truly is? We hear about it in church and discuss it in our small groups. And we pat ourselves on the back when we shine up our armor a bit every day with the polish of quiet time. If we can fit in some time with God every day we feel like we are really on our way! We are getting there! But my friend, we are not even scratching the surface. What if we are called to do so much more than to ward of the attacks of the enemy? I believe with all my heart that as Mom's we are supposed to be on the front lines of the battle, initiating the attack against Satan and his minions instead of defending whenever we feel we are under attack. We are equipped with a full suit of armor to use in the defeat of the enemy but so often we underestimate the most powerful weapon we have!. The super-weapon of prayer. For some reason we look at it as a spiritual gift, but it's not in the list of spiritual gifts. We talk about "Prayer Warriors" as if there are only a few people really gifted to pray. 
But Jesus has called each one of us to be Prayer Warriors. Especially us as Moms.
Our children are the future church of Jesus. And these are scary times. People are leaving the church left and right. Our kids are going to hear so many reasons that Christianity is not for them. They are going to face attack from every side. Mom friends, It is imperative that we initiate the attack against the devil and his evil army before they make an attack on our kids. We must cover our kids daily in prayer, over and over and over again. The Bible says "Be alert and of a sober mind. Your enemy the devils prowls around looking for someone to devour." 1 Peter 5:8 Unless our children are covered in prayer every single day that someone could very well be them. Our kids have so much to face as they grow into adulthood, we cannot neglect this very important part of the battle for their souls. It is a very real possibility that they will not only face the lure of Vanity Fair, but also face persecution. Will your child be able to stand against imprisonment and worse? Mom's, we must pray for their very souls, daily! 
God talks about the down-spiral of the world in Romans. If we do not start setting up a wall of prayerful defense, this could be the description of our own children.'
"And even as they did not like to retain God in their knowledge, God gave them over to a reprobate mind, to do those things which are not proper..." Romans 1:28 As Mom's we need to band together as a great army, on the march against the enemy, claiming our children for Christ! We need to be prepared to get on our knees and fight for their souls in wrestling prayer, every day. We need to be Battlefield Mom's, changing our armor from shiny and perfect to battle-scarred and used. Praying for our kids as we work is awesome, but we need to get serious about it. We need to set aside time every day to pray for their future in Jesus. Are you ready to join me? 
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The young soldier threw his arms against the rock behind him and could almost feel it tremble. He lifted his left hand to shield his eyes from the sun, trying to get a better view of the small band of soldiers coming across the plain. His right hand grasped his sword a little tighter and he reached down to picked up his shield.
He paused a moment, gazing at the round disk, his mind leaving the scene around him for a moment. "But my Lord, these weapons look almost like a boy's playthings" he said somewhat hesitantly when he first saw his sword and shield, trying to feel his beloved Master out. The King looked at the soldier and then smiled before answering, "There is one lesson you have yet to learn before you can ever achieve a victory. You will never be victorious. And yet you can win every battle if you choose. But each victory must be won through the power of My might, not yours. That must be your battle cry in every encounter with the evil forces." The memory brought a brief smile to the young man's face as he prepared for yet another battle. It seemed as if he had been fighting one battle after another with minimal respite. He smiled again as he got a firm grip on his shield.The King had not told him that with every battle won his weapons would be come strong instead of worn down - the blade of his double edged sword seemed to grow sharper after each victory won through the power of his King's might. The shield was now a massive piece of armor that had saved his life on more than one occasion and he continued to grow in his skill with both. He glanced up. Three formidable looking men in full armor were closing in around him. The large rock behind him protected his back and he was thankful for it. He checked his breastplate and braced himself for battle. He had been tired and discouraged a few moments before. Now the memory of the victory lesson his Master taught him seemed to give him new life. His eyes now shone with hope and determination as he adjusted his helmet. Holding his sword in front of him, the King's soldier quickly shattered the silence. "I claim victory for the King! I fight you in the power of His might!" His attackers paused almost imperceptibly and then continued toward him, silently. The loud clashes of sword against sword and sword against shield were the next sounds to break the silence. "You are all alone, fool. The King is far away and His power cannot help you here. You are in our power." The large soldier in front of him smirked and attempted a thrust into his chest. "The King's power never leaves those who fight for Him - our very weapons are filled with His might!" And the young man quickly deflected his blade and once again shouted "the power of His might!" The battle was long and hard. The sun moving slowly from the east side of the meadow seemed to pause over head and then began to slip down toward the west. The evilness of the three large soldiers was almost tangible and seemed to thicken the air. The soldier to the young man's right dropped back in a sudden change of strategy. The King's soldier glanced at him momentarily, wondering if he was retreating from the battle. 
The man grinned viciously and began a verbal attack, making it hard for the champion of Truth to concentrate on the battle. "The King has filled your weapons with the power of His own might? Do you really believe that? It's all lies - lies He uses to bring people into His pitiful little Kingdom. Have you ever seen any part of the Kingdom He professes to reign over? He has tricked you and now you will die because of your stupidity."
He paused to allow another malicious grin to run across his face as the young soldier seemed to falter for a brief moment. His grin quickly turned to a disappointed scowl as he saw the King's soldier once again deflect a blade wielded by one of the other soldiers of darkness. He had clearly counted on it being the death blow. The evil soldier continued his bantering of the young man, never pausing for an answer. The soldier to the left seemed to be tiring and the young soldier started directing his efforts towards him. Immediately the warrior that had been talking jumped back into the fight, allowing his tired partner a brief respite. Now the second soldier took up the mocking of the King and His soldiers. This pattern continued into the evening as the sun turned from its scorching yellow to a blaze of orange as it began to sink behind the trees in the distant horizon. The young soldier was at the point of exhaustion and didn't know how he could continue any longer. He had never battled so hard in his life and these were a most formidable foe. His shield was getting too heavy for him and he was getting slower with the handling of his sword. To give up was unthinkable and yet, was there another option? The fact that he was fighting two soldiers instead of three did not make it any easier because of the constant mocking of the third, confusing his mind. The third warrior chuckled as he watched the younger man struggling for his life. "He's not so cocky now, is he?" This he directed to his two companions and they grinned as they continued battle. "Look at him" the representative of evil continued, "He's not fighting to defeat anymore. He's just trying to stay alive." His eyes glittered and he laughed. "You aren't going to win this victory, are you? You with your special Kingly weapons. Those were just dreams, boy. Nobody has ever been victorious over us. What makes you think you would be any different? The King's got no special interest in you. He never gave you His power." He chuckled again, deep, dark and evil. 
But the last statement the large soldier made was a mistake. "The King's power!" the young man thought. "This isn't my victory. It's the King's!" He felt new hope coursing through his veins. His foes faces quickly switched from cruel arrogance to dismay as the young man once again shouted his battle cry.
"By the power of HIS might!!" They screamed curses at him but he heeded them no longer as he continued to yell his battle cry and fell to the battle with such a burst of strength that it was over before the sun could completely disappear. As he slowly put his sword back in its scabbard and let the shield lean against the rock he once again saw someone walking toward him across the plain. This time he ran to meet the man and knelt at the feet of His King. "Through the power of Your might" he said softly. The King reached down and pulled him to his feet. "You have learned the lesson well and so the victory was won. For no matter how alone you may feel, I am always close beside you and you will always be victorious when you are strong through Me and trust in the power of My might."
When it comes to raising spiritually minded, courageous warriors for God, I think we can all agree that it's no small task. In fact, there is a battle raging for each of our kid's souls. And we are right in the middle of it, for the simple reason that we are parents.
It can be so easy to get overwhelmed with all the options and "have to's" that run thick in our culture. Memorize verses. Pray this way. Watch that training series. Read this book. And on and on. And resources and Bible memory and all those things are good. But before we start giving into all the things that we "need" to be doing, let's check our armor and lean into God's power. Only then can we proceed with victory. Through the Power of HIS Might! 
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