Quotes About Victory

In the midst of the smoke and noise Dov shouted into his ear: Empty the gun now. Don't hold back. We're fighting for three lines in the history books.

But this ain't no physical battle we're dealing with, no matter how much you may wish it to be, no matter how much better you'd feel if life was all five-senses and manageable. We are at spiritual war. So we need spiritual weapons.

There's a sneaky, malicious enemy that you are always in a battle with—even now.

So we strap on weapons that work—weapons divinely authorized for our success in spiritual warfare: the belt of truth, the breastplate of righteousness, the shoes of peace. Then we take up the shield of faith, the helmet of salvation, as well as the sword—the very Word of God. But

In order to live in victory, you must call the enemy's bluff, pull the curtain back, open up your spiritual eyes, and remain continually aware of the one who's truly behind a lot of the stuff you're always blaming on your circumstances, your upbringing, your boyfriend, or whoever. Even on yourself.

Unforgiveness is a strategic design, craftily implemented by you enemy to outwit you, to cripple your effectiveness in prayer and your power to stand against him victoriously. Which is why, if I were your enemy, I would do everything possible to keep you from forgiving anyone and everyone who's done you any wrong.

I resolved to stop using physical means to fight battles that require spiritual remedies, using instead the power of prayer to do what it's always been designed to do.

We pray because our own solutions don't work and because prayer deploys, activates, and fortifies us against the attacks of the enemy.

That's what the enemy wants. He wants you living in a state of defeat. Your defenses down. Your resolve weak and flimsy. Surrendering to an army of insecurities and misdiagnosis instead of courageously thriving in the sophisticated security of your identity in Christ.

Prayer is the portal that brings the power of heaven down to earth. It is kryptonite to the enemy and to all his ploys against you. That's

Through prayer you'll not only be able to defend yourself from incoming sniper fire but through Almighty God will be able to push into enemy territory and take . . . stuff . . . back.

Praying with precision is key. When we pray about the places where we seriously suspect the enemy is at work—that's how we keep our prayers focused, not only on particular situations but on biblical truths that are consistent with maintaining victory in the midst of them.

Righteousness is like a weapon. It deflects the enemy's attacks and positions you, God's warrior, for victory.

Praise: Thank Him for reigning in power and supplying you with the weapons of victory. Repentance: Admit where you've been angry and distracted, fighting all the wrong people. Asking: Ask for courage, for discernment, for patience, for diligence, for laser-like focus. Yes: Because the Lord is with you, and He will fight the real enemy through you.

The fight of your life. A very real enemy has been strategizing and scheming against you, assaulting you, coming after your emotions, your mind, your man, your child, your future. In fact, he's doing it right this second. Right where you're sitting. Right where you are. But I say his reign of terror stops here. Stops now. He might keep coming, but he won't have victory anymore. Because it all starts failing when we start praying.

Though it is not often that death is so clearly told to fuck off.

It is the fear of God which gives us the confidence to face men and their evil and to be confident of ultimate victory.

Despite the loud booing from Shari and Greg, Bird managed to punch the ball past the shortstop for a single. "Lucky hit!" Greg yelled, cupping his hands into a megaphone. Bird pretended not to hear him.

there is nothing I love better than slamming the ball in my older sister's face and making her chase after it.

Yes! Yes! Yes!" Marty kept leaping into the air. I thought I might have to tie a rope around his waist and hold onto it to keep him from floating away!

It was as if she thought life was a game, and she had to psych everyone out so she'd win.

Shane: Score, he said, and raised the crowbar in triumph. Who's your daddy? - Black Dawn

Rachel Caine

Crepi il lupo. Kill the wolf.