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The Doorposts


I was a senior in high school on September 11, 2001. I remember the feelings of confusion and fear during those early days. I remember wondering what was going to happen to us as a country, as a school, as a senior class. And I remember feeling a new bond with my fellow classmates. We were truly coming together and leading our tiny Christian school. Every Monday morning, we would meet before the bell rang to pray over our school. We understood that there was a physical and spiritual war being played out around us. We wanted to make sure that every student, kindergartener through senior, was covered in prayer. We also prayed for the men and women who were taking up arms to protect our freedom. It’s hard to believe that 10 years have past since then.


Now that my husband is overseas, fighting for these very same freedoms, I find myself at war again. I find myself feeling attacked and disempowered. I find the need to walk through my house and touch every doorpost.


I tend to not think about spiritual warfare too much. But a dear friend of mine reminded me today about how real it is, and how real the power of prayer is as well. I didn’t realize how much I needed the peace that comes through prayer. How I needed to remind myself of God’s sovereignty over all things.


And so, I touched my front door, and prayed for all of the little children that enter with their mommies for playgroup. I touched the back door, and prayed for all of our friends that sit on our back porch in the summer months and BBQ with us. I touched my daughter’s doorframe, and prayed that her dreams would be uninterrupted any night terrors. I prayed over our bedroom door, that it would always been a place of love and peace. I prayed over the garage door, that my husband would once again walk through its threshold.


And then, I felt at peace. I felt not so very alone. I felt Complete. Empowered. Victorious.


“Put on the full armor of God so that you can stand against the tactics of the Devil. For our battle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the world powers of this darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavens. This is why you must take up the full armor of God, so that you may be able to resist in the evil day, and having prepared everything, to take your stand”  (Ephesians 6:11-13, HCSB).