My sentimental journey

An ordinary girl's walk with an extraordinary God.


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Getting Your Bearings

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Ever have one of those terrible, horrible, no good, very bad days just like Alexander, or at the very least a day that you rolled out of bed planting your feet firmly on the wrong side. Those days when life seems off, your connection with God lack luster, and the cares of the world are in an all out brawl to swallow up your joy. Even though I know God’s word tells us, “This is the day that the Lord has made I will rejoice and be glad in it.”* Rejoicing in the midst of challenging circumstances takes work! Encountering days of all sunshine and roses presents easy peasy rejoicing that rolls off my tongue almost effortlessly; opposed to the contrast of rejoicing through hardship, set backs and disappointment. How I long to walk with more appreciation every single day, living in the life’s moments thanking God for what He offers me.
Allowing God’s truths to create deep roots, strengthening my trust in Him as it chokes out the relentless worries that cloud His far grandeur purpose. Choosing to count it all joy as I calculate with Heavenly mathematics rather then worldly equations. Banking on the truth that God is in the business of dividing our sorrows and multiplying our joys, turning our hardships into hallelujahs. These heartfelt desires the Lord longs for us to possess in  far greater dimensions then we could ever imagine. For His word tells us that He came, “that we may have life and enjoy life, and have it in abundance (to the full, till it overflows).”

God is ever so faithful to keep me on the right path revealing His deep and unfailing love even when I flounder in my faith, doubt Him, myself or a myriad of other things that can rob my joy and peace. Recently, I felt that love in a tangible way with a hug to my heart from the throne room, delightfully bringing a touch of heaven on earth. On this particular stressful day a series of circumstances led to an all too familiar and unwelcome companion, a burdensome yoke called “people pleasing”; its’ pressure digging deep into my soul. Somehow this unwanted formidable foe sneaked in the back door of my stressful day, hanging his hat on my weariness and his coat on my well worn emotional peg. Hoping to cozy up for a long stay.
And now a normally pleasant walk was suddenly turning rather unpleasant with my   twirling mind of self doubt! With each step I wallowed in guilt and condemnation, forgoing even a glimmer of positive self talk that could talk me off the ledge; which at that point seemed like too much extra work. Instead I forged ahead an all too familiar well traveled rut, that led me into a full blown pity party! Heck, why not I already had gotten the persuasive invitation. Keeping my head down  with no party hat in sight I trudged up a hill while beads of perspiration collected on my furrowed brow. Just when my head felt like it could hang no lower without scraping on a tree root, all of the sudden I saw a glass marble nestled in the green grass. A beautiful shiny clear orb with a chartreuse swish of color in the center… it absolutely stopped me in my tracks picking it up with delight. Giddy I held it up with admiration, my heart flooded with childlike wonder as the weight of guilt and condemnation was exchanged for joy coming in the smallest form. After admiring this spherical wonder for several moments I tucked it into my pocket while sensing the Lord lovingly saying to me, “be childlike Lisa, enjoy the moment, the beauty, and don’t worry about “pleasing people.”

Like a tiny mustard seed telling a mountain to be cast into the sea, this tiny glass orb changed the atmosphere toward a richer love for God, myself and others. Allowing me to refocus, enjoy the journey, and its’ new fresh perspective. All in that in the tiniest of packages.
As glorious as this revelation was, I found myself in need of another teachable moment soon afterwards. Recently, after coming home one day, I was astounded to see a fire truck, and firemen putting out a neighbors house that evidently had been burning 15 mins prior. Though I was thankful to hear that everyone in their household was safe including their pets.  While grieving for their loss, I also became sad and sentimental for our neighborhood of 24 yrs. For many years this particular house held fond memories of our boys childhood friends that lived there. Countless stories of 5 boys leaving their joyful mark on our little community with all their… ahem, “creativity.” My heart was heavy as I walked to our son’s house a block away to check on it as a precautionary measure.

Grappling with unsettling emotions I tried to get my bearings in all this upheaval surrounding our neighborhood. Once again, I found myself gazing at the ground, head hung low as I walked back home, when suddenly I saw a shiny ball bearing. I quickly picked it up only to walk a couple more steps and spotted another one, a few more steps and yet another!

Ball bearings are known for allowing movement, while reducing friction and handling stress. This gentle reminder revealed that I had lost my “faith bearings.” Allowing stress, fear, and loss to steer me off course of walking in His truth that “He works out all things for good to those that love Him.” God in His patience and loving ways lifted my spirits  afresh in a tangible way to place in my pocket and nestle in my heart.

Thank you God that you are the glory and the lifter of my head and because of you  “… we walk with uplifted faces” Psalm 89:17 Amp

28-30 “Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on religion? Come to me. Get away with me and you’ll recover your life. I’ll show you how to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me—watch how I do it. Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. I won’t lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you. Keep company with me and you’ll learn to live freely and lightly.”
Matthew 11:28 The Message (MSG)


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When You’ve Lost Your Passion

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When we started our great room addition 18 years ago I was more than eager to gain some needed space to our 740′ sq. ft home. Finally, a dream kitchen that could accommodate two at once what a concept! ; a dishwasher that was not named me. Plus, enough ample counter space that would actually allow us to leave the microwave out without removing it after each use. Those daily arduous workouts to nuke a meal had me fearing my arm muscles would bulge to rival Popeye the Sailor man, though that might be my husband’s desired look for his bicep’s not so much for me.
Though the pro’s to the addition were off the charts in comparison to any con’s that loomed upon the horizon, a few hiccups needed to be addressed. First of all, I had to gear myself up to the fact a good portion of the backyard landscape would be either dug up or covered in piles of dirt. Not only would it require me turning a blind eye to such mayhem I would also need to relocate any plants I wished to save. Of all the chosen plants I hoped to survive was our Blue Passion flower. This glorious flower derived its’ name from the plants 10 petals and sepals representing the 10 remaining faithful apostles. The flowers radial filaments suggest Jesus’ crown of thorns and the 3 stigma’s the nails that secured Him as He hung on the cross for humanity. What a beautiful reminder every time I stepped out my back door, it’s tangible canopy of love ushering me into my backyard and into glory.

 
To dig up and try to relocate this robust vine had me concerned I would lose this blooming memorial of God’s grace. When the day came to transplant this large trailing plant I whispered a hardy prayer that this vine would live. Believing in a God that cares about the big and the small things for His beloved children even if we feel it seems too trite. If it matters to you it matters to God. So I asked the God of the universe to have it not only survive the temporary bucket of foreign soil, while the foliage draped like a curtain over the swing set for support; but that it would flourish wherever I chose to relocated it.

 

 
Each day as I peered out the kitchen window reality harshly peered back as the vine’s lush green leaves turned brown and curled in protest to the new location. As the days rolled on with no sign of the plant rallying back, my denial that the plant could simply be in shock was no longer a viable option. Feeling a smidge of what Jonah must have felt when his broad-leafed vine, that had brought him comfort and shade suddenly withered away. I too questioned God on this outcome, saddened the vine was unable to recover from this journey.

 

 
After several months of remodeling there came a day when the dust settled, hammers stopped pounding and the addition was complete. The new dishwasher hummed and so did I, the stress of upheaval melted into celebration and a huge sigh of relief. However,   unbeknownst to me as I was questioning and grieving the loss of my vine, God had already blown a seed of the passion from our previous vine over our roof to nestle securely by our side entry door. That seed grew with quantum leaps and bounds far surpassing the previous vine. Providing a canopy of splendor to all who entered . Marveling at the faithfulness of God when hope seems lost and prayers appear unanswered. That magnificent vine became a testimony that faith can indeed become sight; and dormancy does not mean denial.

Realizing in order to get to God’s true passion for our lives things in the natural may need to shift, or an unhealthy passion die to be replaced and renewed in the proper soil of our heart’s. Reminded that even though some strong passions may get buried in my life from time to time, God is in the business of resurrecting; calling forth new life that will be vital, thriving and producing fruit from the Spirit and not my flesh.

 
His intentional loving guidance is for the sole purpose that we may live in fuller more intimate walk with the lover of our souls. “For we have been transplanted into the Lord’s garden and under His personal care.” Psalms 92:13
Heavenly Father thank you for your tender loving care. That you always bring new life, new passion for living even when we experience loss and don’t see any immediate beauty with what is happening in our present circumstances. Thank you Jesus that your passion for us never dies even when we don’t see or feel it .

 

“I will heal him make his lips blossom anew with speech in thankful praise” Isaiah 57 :19


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The Potential of a Spindly Twig

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As I gazed at the scrawny twig protruding out of a bucket of dirt, I had my doubts that it could even be a wisteria plant, it seemed to be a rather poor attempt of an imposter. And yet my friend who’s gifted green thumbs rival the Incredible Hulk’s in greenness, confirmed her purchase was the real deal. My hopes were high that the enduring trust my friend bestowed on me to tend to this plant would live up to its’ full potential. Awakening a memory of my mom’s friend Joan who was convinced her wisteria’s had the ability to grow rapidly overnight as she slept peacefully; a Jack in the Bean stalk of sorts.

 
With that promise of its’ future I planted it in faith and waited and watered and waited some more. For several years I watered that twig without much foreseeable future of greatness; while wisteria rambled in others gardens mine was stunted, forlorn and destined for piddly not prolific. Though I’m not sure when it happened, I do know why it happened, As I began to let go of how it was suppose to look, and when it was suppose to look like it. In the absence of my gawking, wee bit of obsessing and comparing it thrived. With quantum leaps and bounds a gift I was entrusted with grew in spite of me, growing by the grace of God to inspire me. Giving me a message as it now rambles along our fence, cascading fragrant blossoms over the beautiful arbor my husband built to support it.

 
The potential of the spindly twig is God’s promise to make all things beautiful in His time. Perhaps you are staring at a twig in your life longing for it to grow to It’s full God given destiny. Whether it is a personal area in your life, a loved one, or contending for your health. Whatever your twig represents God has the answer for its’ growth. His love and compassion will speak into its’ greatness that is now cleverly disguised as a barren shoot.
Lord, We thank you for your love for us that reaches to the heavens. Your tenderness to bend down to hear the faintest cries of weariness, grief or despair. You care about every detail of our lives whether they be big or seemingly insignificant in the worlds eyes. Thank you Lord for your yes and amen to all your promises.

 
And then God answered: “Write this.
Write what you see.
Write it out in big block letters
so that it can be read on the run.
This vision-message is a witness
pointing to what’s coming.
It aches for the coming—it can hardly wait!
And it doesn’t lie.
If it seems slow in coming, wait.
It’s on its way. It will come right on time. Habakkuk 2:2-3

Look at the backdrop our daughter in love chose for our Mother’s Day photo, unaware of the next story I had hoped to write . Another God moment too rich not to share .

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Emmanuel God With Us

 

 

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Life has an incredible reputation with its’ ability to take our breath away. Rolling hills, unlimited brooks that babble even more than an overly excited me and sunsets that can leave us speechless… a miracle in itself. Yet within the mingling of the majestic awes of life’s splendor, the ouches of this life can knock the wind out of our sails with one sharp jab to the gut. Taking time to catch our breath once again .
Bitter waltzing with sweet, highs soaring to distressing lows, at times finding myself scrabbling to recalibrate and steady my faiths’ equilibrium.
With all the dizzying and stressful challenges life can thrown our way, it is not out of the norm for me to utter, “God where are you?” more then a time or two. We have already established I like to talk.
And yet I also love to listen with bated breath when it comes to hearing God breathed truths addressing my doubts. His mercy blowing away lies that cloud my proper perspective into wisps of insignificance. Seeing His love for me in new and profound ways.
A couple of months ago I experienced ominous brooding clouds of doubt , only to watch God gloriously lift the foreboding billows to see Him in a whole new light.
This particular event involved our 15 1/2 year old dog Scooby who on one Friday morning vets visit was gravely diagnosed with advanced Lymphoma. That night and the next morning our grown children visited to say their final tearful good-byes. By the next evening he could barely walk as I took him to the car for his final solemn ride to the vet. We arrived 15 mins. early to check him in before my husband arrived from his work . As we made our way to the clinic door Scooby’s 63 lbs. frame lumbered and swayed even more with his burdening disease. Anxious to get him help as soon as possible my heart began breaking more with each labored step he took. Swinging the front door open so grateful to get help soon, only to find out they were not taking anymore patients that early evening due to no more beds, and a vet that had to leave early. Now heading back to the van, Scooby was staggered with greater intensity, hoisting him up and into the car I waited for Kevin to arrive. Leaving the side van door open while sitting with Scooby, tears streamed down my face, I felt so helpless, and alone. Suddenly, he threw up and collapsed in the back of the van my heart overwhelmed with sorrow and anxiety  . Thankfully, shortly after that Kevin arrived, his 5 min work delay felt like an eternity. While waiting  earlier I was able to call and find a nearby vet still open less than 2 minutes away, $120.00 more yet it did not matter. By the time we arrived Scooby could no longer walk and Kevin had to carry him in.
Overwhelming sadness merged with an outpouring of compassion from the staff brought us great comfort and relief. Once settled in the room the kind vet then sat on the floor with us as we held our beloved dog weeping. His tenderness and compassion was evident as his eyes welled with tears as we cried. Saying our final sorrowful goodbyes, and with heavy hearts we left toting only his blanket and collar, and now mere memories to sustain us. Feeling so grateful for the kindness, love and support from this clinic during our time of loss.
The following weeks after Scooby’s passing had me pondering why I felt so overwhelmed as I sat in the van waiting for help that day. Though my feelings were valid going through losing a pet, the more I reflected on those intense emotions it dawned on me that abandonment issues from past sexual abuses somehow got triggered. The fact I was surrounded by people yet feeling so alone and helpless in my time of need hit a raw emotional nerve.
Walking in a place of victory as you navigate brokenness takes courage to forge ahead to get to the place of healing, forgiveness and deeper levels of freedom God longs for us.
And though at times I get weary of trying to see God in all things, I’m confident it’s worth the pondering, searching and asking to get to the truth. God is looking and longing to be gracious to us every time, whether it be the first or the millionth time!
Have you never heard?
Have you never understood?
The Lord is the everlasting God,
the Creator of all the earth.
He never grows weak or weary.
No one can measure the depths of his understanding. Isaiah 40:28

So how did God address my wrestling abandonment and trust issues?

Lovingly as always !
While I was still wrestling with grief and grappling with this abandonment trigger, Kevin and I received a thoughtful card of condolences from the Pet Medical team a couple weeks later. As we both read through and looked at all the signed names we could not believe our eyes when we spotted our vet’s last name. It was Emmanuel which means, “God with us”. We were blown away! It was such a hug to my heart from a Abba Father I’m learning to trust more each passing day.
What a precious reminder that God is always with us, never failing us, nor forsaking us, even when we feel alone and overwhelmed.
Perhaps like me your questioning where God was or is in your time of need.

From my heart to yours, may we continually see God working on our behalf in all things. Though you and I have felt alone at times, we are not. God enters our grief, weeps with us. His heartbreaking even greater then your own. He is with us every step of the way even when you cannot feel His presence at the time.
Emmanuel God is with us, What a beautiful name, What a glorious promise!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I thank you most High God! You are breathtaking. Psalms 139:5 The Message


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You are Worthy

 

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As I searched the meat dept of our local grocery store for dinner inspiration my phone began to ring. Fumbling through my purse I was delighted to see it was our son Derek. While chatting and confirming a time for him to come over for dinner he asked my preference in sunglasses. This not so random question was due to his great designer sunglass finds while thrift store shopping;  he wanted to keep this  in mind while making his usual rounds before heading over for dinner. I happily explained my favorite look and thanked him for his thoughtfulness before ending our conversation. Wrapping up my shopping I pushed my squeaky cart towards check out, excitement twirling in my mind at what he might find. My husband and I have jokingly nicknamed him “Midas” for his uncanny golden touch of discoveries while thrifting even as a young boy .
Once home I wasted no time unpacking the groceries and starting dinner. Before you knew it both dogs were eagerly barking their usual greeting as Derek arrived. After hugs were exchanged and dogs calmed down to a dull roar Derek handed me a Sunglass Hut bag. Thanking him profusely for his thoughtfulness and  over the top generosity . Oohing and aahing at the pristine pair of sunglasses I was oblivious of their value, I’m rather uneducated in all things designer. So as we admired them, tried them on I was completely clueless of their worth. Slow on the uptake, until with Derek’s help my mind finally registered that these were bona fide designer sunglasses!

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Let me explain the significance of these glasses. Anyone who knows me is fully aware of my history with sunglasses. Sadly, I have a strong propensity to unintentionally destroy every pair of sunglasses I own. I have been known to sit on them, drop them in the toilet, lose one of the arms so I’m left with opera glasses. Or hurriedly cramming my purse into the storage provided before a ride started at Disney World. Only to pull out a mangled pair of shade after the ride was completed. My track record of demolishing sunglasses has carved out a deep well traveled path to the local Dollar Tree to purchase the vast majority of my eye wear protection. Less cost, less loss, for I surely cannot be trusted with more, with my less then stellar reputation.
And yet these new sunglasses are a beautiful picture of God’s grace. Our son trusted me even with my tarnished past with anything involving sunglasses. So to God offers us the free, liberating, unmerited favor of God where feelings of unworthiness, or past failure glare at us brighter then the noon day sun. God’s word promises us, * “Every good gift and every perfect (free, large, full) gift from above, it comes down from the Father of all (that gives ) light ,( in the shining of) Whom there can be no variation (rising or setting ) or shadow cast by His turning…”.
God’s love, His pure glorious light washing over our shortcomings, missteps and even our best intentions that sometimes can go oh so south.
His unwavering intentionality to see us come to our fullest potential. Not the frailties we grapple with today but rather the blood bought victories we can declare into our tomorrows. All because in Him we our loved, forgiven, and cheered into a new framework of seeing ourselves as Christ has seen us all along; as more than conquerors… always! We are also blessed to feel that expression of love with our family and friends that speak life into our dry bones of failure, disappointment or self doubt.
It’s a funny thing about these sunglasses I have been endowed with, I have learned to take exceptional care of them, not only because they have cost so much, but because I have been entrusted so much and that my friend is a game changer.

“And as You speak
A hundred billion failures disappear…”
Hillsong, “So Will I”

 


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The $3.00 Sacrifice

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As I ponder writing this story of sacrifice, my rudiment understanding and lack of hearty implementation seems under developed and puny at best; especially positioned side by side to scripture references pertaining to offering something precious and exceedingly weighty. My story though a juxtaposition still remains relevant to me as I flesh out a greater comprehension of how to flex my atrophied sacrificial muscles.

One is told a precursor to exercise is stretching to warm up before your workout. Consider this story my warm up exercise to greater opportunities to trust God and let go.
It all began with a Parade … Tis true somehow on my way to the outlet mall to get a short sleeved shirt for the unexpected warm weather at our annual Bible study beach retreat, my friend and I landed smack dab in the middle of the Lincoln City Homecoming parade. Somewhere between the fire truck and bus of waving High Schoolers we were ever so kindly ushered into the festivities with an open space to pull out into. I looked at my friend exclaiming, “Susy, we are in a parade let’s smile and wave ! Horns honking people cheering, Susy and I joined in with the locals waving and smiling at the town folks lined along the street to greet us. What a celebration even though at the time I did not even know what we were celebrating. That joyful parade escorted us right to the Outlet Mall as it merrily winded down Highway 101 to their final destination.

Entering the outlet mall we found a shop promoting a few $3.00 sale racks. First a parade and now this?, glory be! Flipping through the first sale rack a second time around, I spotted a shirt that made my heart sing, it was pink and white striped, nuff said except it had white pom pom balls dangling from it’s short sleeves. Be still my beating heart! Excitedly I brought my purchases to the cashier forgoing trying some on due to time constraints. Being in a parade can be rather time consuming.

Upon arriving at our rental home I showed a couple ladies the shirts I got, which at the time I thought unusual for me. As I pulled out my favorite top I said, “This one might not fit me, of which my dear friend Vicky said”, it might fit me, I’m short waisted, “it was a divine set up, her saying that was just as unusual as me showing her the shirt in the first place. A tug of war with my flesh began to ensue as a whimsical shirt hung in the balance. Lord, should I give her the shirt even if it fits me? But Lord I LOVE that shirt! The Lord lovingly brought me to the story of Abraham and Issac, Abraham willingly laid his son Issac, God’s promise on the altar as a sacrifice, knowing full well God would provide another sacrifice. When Abraham looked up he saw a ram with his horns caught in the thicket and Abraham was able to sacrifice the ram God provided instead. Small as it might be God was asking me to and let go and look up.  Just maybe I will find another one, regardless how it plays out it needs to cost me something or it’s not a true sacrifice. Truth is I love my dear friend Vicky exceedingly more then that shirt. That night I released my quirky shirt to a friend whose heart was hurting, heavy and sorely in need of something to put a smile on her face far more then I did. The joy of seeing her in that shirt as she worshiped the Lord playing her guitar and singing, made my heart sing profusely more then a $3.00 shirt could ever hope to. Letting go and letting God is a work out indeed, as I worked out my flesh that day feeling the burn, and it was worth every step of the way.

Today you may be facing a sacrifice that goes far beyond a cotton shirt, one that costs an emotional journey that at the present does not feel like a horn honking, hand waving celebratory event. Rest assured it will be, because God has a bigger, better, fly in the face of the world’s economy… a provision that leaves you in awe of His kindness and tender care. We never go wrong when we trust in Him for He clothes us in His righteousness and we are changed.

About clothing, turns out after returning home the same chain store in town had that one shirt left, yep! the identical pink and white striped shirt and just my size. Sometimes you can have your cake and eat it too … even after you were in a parade.

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“Friendship consists of forgetting what one gives , and remembering what one receives”

Alexandre  Dumas


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Hook Line and Sink Her

 

 

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While growing up, every now and then our week-ends were filled with my dad’s impromptu visits to see friends or family.  Each spontaneous visit was always guaranteed to have rich interactions and loads of fun especially when my cousins were involved. One of dad’s memorable occasions led to an unscripted outing to Champoeg Park, situated at the south bank of the beautiful Willamette River.  My cousin Dori and I were full of giggles and anticipation, who wouldn’t be?  We were together and going to the river! a rather winning combination.  It never once crossed my mind I was unprepared without a pair of tennis shoes I normally wore to protect my feet against the riverbed’s sharp rocks.

Once we arrived, Dori and I wasted no time jumping into the cool refreshing water splashing and swimming with sheer delight, soaking up the rays of a serendipitous day.  Suddenly out of blue I was stopped in my tracks unable to swim any further.  Somehow quite unaware I had stepped onto a rusty fishing hook still attached to the line.  The line itself  was trapped  beneath a heavy rock preventing me from swimming away.  Grabbing my foot I carefully examined my big toe that now had a hook deeply embedded pulling at my flesh.  Not feeling courageous enough to remove it on my own I called out to my dad, who was on the shoreline.  He gallantly came to my rescue, skillfully removing the hook, meeting me at my point of need. What freedom to be instantly released from the troubling impediment that kept me from venturing beyond its’ narrowing limitations.
God is like that, coming to our rescue when we become entangled whether knowingly or unknowingly.  My life has had its’ fill of  hooks  where the enemy has gotten a toehold in some area of my life, hindering my freedom for kingdom mobility.  Whether my wrong thoughts, attitudes, holding on to unforgiveness too long or allowing fear to stop me in my tracks.

Each day I’m becoming increasingly more aware of my need to daily put on the *full armor of God, resisting the enemy’s goal:  “to hook, line and sink (her or him)”.  “The thief comes only in order to steal and kill and destroy.  I came that they may have and enjoy life, and have it in abundance (to the full, till it overflows)”  John10:10Amp.  God’s desire is  to bring overflowing, unobstructed  life for His Kingdom purposes and our joy.  What an awesome truth we can stand on hook free!

Lord, thank you that your love is so full and complete.  That you care about every detail in our lives, even knowing the exact number of hairs on our head. Your love redeems and rescues us in every situation no matter how big or small.  Thank you for the freedom and victory that comes when we call upon your name and you respond with unrelenting  love and tenderness.

Footnote: * Finally, be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power.  Put on the full armor of God, so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes.  For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms.  Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand.  Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place,  and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace.  In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one.  Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God.  And pray in the Spirit on all occasions with all kinds of prayers and requests. With this in mind, be alert and always keep on praying for all the Lord’s people.
Ephesians 6:10-18 (NIV)