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There’s Poop on Your Shoes


 When there is poop on your shoes, what do you do? Do you hunt for the one who left the poop in the grass? Do you try to reason why it doesn’t  make sense for poop to be in the grass? Do you condemn the shoes for getting poop on themselves? Do you keep on walking pretending it’s no big deal? (People who work with animals, don’t count) 


No. You remove the poop. Sometimes when we are experiencing spiritual warfare we attempt to engage with those we perceive to be the perpetrators. The Bible is clear that we don’t wrestle against flesh and blood. (Ephesians 6:12) This doesn’t mean we ignore the situation either. Our spiritual weapons are strong enough to interrupt what’s happening in the spiritual realm- the source. (2 Corinthians 10:4) 


I awoke from a dream in which I and my family were under attack. I kept trying to reason with the people. 

I tried logic, I tried compassion, I tried explaining, I tried getting angry, I tried! But I didn’t pray. When I woke up, the phrase there is poop on your shoes reverberated through my mind. 


If you are experiencing spiritual warfare in this season, stop trying to engage with the people who appear to be orchestrating it. Take your fight to the spiritual realm. The poop on your shoes smells!

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