In the world but not part of it.

Last night I did not sleep well. I had trouble falling asleep and when my breathing started to even out and my body began to enter the first stage of sleep, my youngest son's cries rang out. He had thrown up and my daughter's belly wasn't feeling much better than her brother's.
I did not have a good feeling you might say, from the moment my head hit the pillow. In the stillness of the night, I could still see the light from the downstairs hallway cast its incadensent shadows upstairs bringing me some sort of asylum in the darkest part of the night.
Overwhelming emotions swelled up inside me as I shrugged them off reasoning within myself that I was just overtired. My kids have been more sick then ever this past year maybe due to the fact of living in a high populated area.

The oppression here is much greater than the town I was living in before. The devil has been throwing obstacles, the world has been forceful in their lifestyles, and my flesh weaker.
I see a great need to spend more time with the Lord even when the Devil keeps my schedule busy. I see a great need to evangelize the lost even though it means being in the world and facing all their wickedness and try not to be part of it at the same time.

God's prescence is like that hallway light giving me light and shelter in these last days. To keep Him in my life so bright I must immerse myself in His word, in prayer and in fellowship with godly saints and listening to godly music.
A constant fight it is, but I (we) must not keep my eyes only on the Lord, but my ears, my feet, my hands, my HEART.