Day in, Day out
Day in, Day out
Domestication is rather hard. Being a mother is harder. But the hardest of them all, is all of the above plus fighting a spiritual battle everyday. The attacks are everywhere. I do not even know who my enemies are. Inside. Outside. Literally. My house and/or my spirit.
Most days I am defeated by my sins. I am embarrassed because I confess the same sins all the time, as if I am not capable of change. Am I? I am not? I just pray it off. Really. It works.
It is so kind of the priest to accommodate me. But as he has said, it is his God-given obligation to round up His flock (the human lot) back to Him. And remember, no priest will refuse someone who wants to make a confession.
I strongly suggest to stop the dramas of life. In my case and the whole of human lot, prayer is the key. If the suffering is continually debilitating life, do not, I repeat do not give up. Remember God always care. Give it more oomph and call unto the Blessed Virgin Mary, who is the forever advocate of the humans in spirit and flesh. Pray to God.
The suffering at hand is actually a way to salvation. Sanctification. The end is already near for some. Some people already are judged as of this very moment. Remember, there are two judgments. The first one is a small and individual judgment. The other one is the end of the world as known. And so, do not waste any current or sign of suffering. Who knows, it is rather a small judgment day. Also, it is a sin to waste sufferings.
I know, I know. It seems every move is a sin. And then, it becomes a broken promise. I think that as well too. Fortunately, God is a forgiving God. Slow to anger. Abundant in favours. Human beings might constantly break their promises, but God keeps his promises for eternity. Not only that, He forgives all the time.
So back to confession… Confession is an existential necessity, particularly for the spirit. I confess always, so I can be in the state of grace. Because if not, I cannot prayer properly; I cannot fight iVel spirits; I cannot protect my family especially my son, whose going to a Potter school. I mean, it is run by the emissaries of Daryong from the occult department identifying as twinkly fairies, rainbow-pooping unicorn, and purple dragons spitting everything sprinkles and sparkles.
In case no one notice, every iVel is occupying schools, like “Occupy Wall Street”, something like that. They sure are targeting pre-primary and primary. The formative years. I mean, why not start them young with lust, violence, addiction, depression, etc. with big screens showing demons identifying as cute as possible. Do not forget the video games which shoots Daryong’s frequency to the brain like a bullet train.
Day in, day out my family is a target. There is nothing special about us except my son and I pray every night and day. Daryong is after those souls who follow or make efforts to seek out Jesus Christ.
Then again, there is nothing a prayer can fix. The rosary is the ultimate weapon.