Good vs Bad, Light vs Darkness, Hero vs Villain, Spirit vs Flesh... it is an age old battle captured in some of the best movies and books we all love. The amazing thing about it is there is truth within the battle. It is not fiction. It is not a made up battle in someone's mind.

In fact, it started back in beginning when God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit made all of creation and Eve was tempted in the garden by Satan. It continues to today for as, the apostle Paul reminds us in Ephesians 6:12 "For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the powers, against the world rulers of this darkness, against spiritual forces of evil in the heavens."

There is though one epic account of this battle I would like to share with you, and it could be found in the book of Obadiah.

Another day starts...My children come rushing in to my dark room to crawl into my bed to begin to wiggle. Then the request come flooding in... can you get me a bottle? Can you get me my blanket? I am cold. Can you make me breakfast? Can you...? Keep in mind this happens typically between 5-6am every morning! Did I tell you I am not a morning person. Well sometimes starting my day in such matter causes me to get disheveled. So much so I forget who I am and who I belong to.

Join me in reading the book of Esther. She is a perfect example of being uprooted from all she knows into a lifestyle that was not custom to her, but yet she never lost her identity or forgot who she belong to.

Fickle Hearted?

Fall is a very fickle season where everything is in a constant state of change. Nature displays this state of being in a very tangible way. The mornings are often cold and dark requiring a jacket and maybe a sweater in some cases, followed by warm afternoons allowing for short sleeve shirts and flip flops in some areas, ending with sunsets as early as 5:30pm and cold brisk breeze causing jackets and sweaters to be needed again. Trees changing daily from green foliage to various red, orange, yellow hues before becoming completely bare. Days can vary from sunny to rainy to very breezy. Although fall is fickle and no day or even hour may be the same there lies a beauty within. Much like fall I find my fickle heart. What pleased my heart in the morning may not please my heart by afternoon, but may please my heart by evening. The season of fall reflects my fickle fallen heart.

How to identify a fickle fallen heart? How does the Lord respond to a fickle fallen heart? Can a fickle fallen heart be used by the Lord? Join me at taking a look at Psalm 13 to find out.