A prayer for those whose grief was triggered by spiritual attack

Dear God,

You know how it truly feels when our hearts are breaking because of a confounding set of circumstances that conspire against us.  It swarms in our mind, lodges deep in our heart, and seeks to destroy our soul.  No matter what we do, we cannot escape it.  It’s frightening, dread-evoking and awful.  When we’re like this, God, we flit between irrepressible anger and such sorrow there are rivers of tears.

Because of the fear and self-condemnation, Lord, when we’re beleaguered by spiritual attack, our grief is triggered, and those vestiges of settled scar tissue are again interrupted, and what oozes soon begins to fester.

But then, my Lord, there is also the case of our bodies as they overwhelm us, almost as it were joining the fight against us.  We are emotionally distraught and physically in pain, spiritually attacked and mentally tormented.

There is no comfort in reach, but that comfort may still be in sight.  It is tantalising as we sit there flat, with no energy to do anything but slide into a sharp lament.

Suddenly it overwhelms us afresh that this is a spiritual attack, and we know it because we’re reliving our grief.  We’re reminded of a pain we thought was long gone, and we’re reminded of the interminable reality—this isn’t done with yet.  And how can THAT possibly be?

Lord, why is it that spiritual attack resurrects the grief we thought was done and dusted?

Swiftly, again, there is the most intense attack where conflict resonates within and without. All we can see are the problems, God, and if there are problems and we don’t have solutions, we feel we must apportion blame—whether it’s us or someone else or both.

God, You know how quickly and scarily we vacillate between the extremes of a deeply embedded grief and the self-recrimination that follows.  Once we’re spun into the web of grief, we find it ever so tricky to find our way out.  And all because a deceptive spiritual attack started it.

Many will say, oh my God, and some will mean it when they mention Your name.  I pray that when we do feel drawn into the intricacies of a plummeting that has a source in a conquest for our spirits, that we see what’s going on and thwart it with patience, gentleness and peace.

Oh Lord my God, as the wise one looks to You in their spiritual attack, I pray You alleviate the heavy burden of grief on their hearts.

I pray that they might say with confidence in the hours of ascension, “I cried out to God and God saved me!”  I pray first and foremost that they see what is happening—that grief is the sign they’re under attack, or that when they sense they’re under attack that they watch for evidence of reminders of their grief.

It’s in Jesus’ name that I pray these things,

AMEN.

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