As I sat with a group of 16 women in a café

Celebrating our friend’s birthday

I looked around the table

And realised that we are all warriors

Some bore the scars from battles of old

That they had fought in the days past

While others were still in the scuffle

Waiting to claim their victory

Nevertheless

Each woman brought the same thing to the battle

A feminine heart

I know what you’re thinking

A feminine heart would be the last thing you’d bring to the battle

How could a nurturing spirit

Love and kindness

Stop our enemy in his tracks?

How could the tenderness of a mother’s heart

Win a war?

Proverbs 31:35 reminds us that we are, ‘clothed in strength and dignity’

When the enemy hurls intimidating accusations at us

When he tries to disempower and render us incompetent

And

When he whispers that you are, “No one special”

In his mocking tone across the battlefield

Something is birthed inside of you

A strength

Which captures God’s attention

You can feel it coursing through your veins

As you pray for your family

As you pray for your children

As you pray for your friends

As you pray for your work colleagues

You sense God is training and instructing you

On how to win the battles

With a feminine heart

Because the truth is

‘We’re not waging war against enemies of flesh and blood alone. No, this fight is against tyrants, against authorities, against supernatural powers and demon princes that slither in the darkness of this world, and against wicked spiritual armies that lurk about in heavenly places.’ Ephesians 6:12 (The Voice Bible)

Please don’t mistake the kindness and gentleness of a feminine heart

For weakness

Kindness brings a strength that tyrants and demon princes

Know nothing about

Kindness CHOOSES to sacrifice and reach out anyway

Despite the knockdowns, we may face on the battlefield

A feminine heart CHOOSES to respond differently

There will be times when we will need to draw our swords

But sometimes, the fight demands a strength

That only a feminine heart can bring

God breaks open our precious feminine hearts

Which sends a sweet, sweet perfume towards the enemy

The scent of strength, dignity, nurturing and love

Is repugnant to the wicked spiritual army

It comes in a cloud over the battlefield

And penetrates every nook and cranny

Making the enemy slither back to the pit where he came from

He wants you to lose your power

By hollering and screaming at him

While you are on the battlefield

Bloodied and bruised

But instead, you clothe yourself

In strength and dignity

You’re never alone on the battlefield, dear friend

Because

‘the Eternal is my rock.

He trains my hands for war,

gives me the skills I need for battle.

He is my unfailing love and my citadel.

He is my tower of strength and my deliverer.

He is my shield of protection and my shelter.’ (Psalm 144)

You have captured God’s attention, dear feminine heart

We are warriors

And nothing can stop us from rising

 

Wendy xo