This Is Not a Bad Week This Is a Spiritual Battle
Some days I have to remind myself that what I’m dealing with isn’t just stress or exhaustion or “a rough week.”
It’s spiritual.
Scripture already told me that.
“For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers…” (Ephesians 6:12).
That’s why I don’t open the Psalms casually.
I open them like armor.
David wasn’t journaling for aesthetic. He was fighting for his life.
From caves. From betrayal. From fear.
And still he could say, “The Lord is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer” (Psalm 18:2).
The Psalms taught me something therapy alone couldn’t.
That I don’t have to sound calm to be faithful.
That crying out is not weakness, it’s strategy.
“I sought the Lord, and He heard me, and delivered me from all my fears” (Psalm 34:4).
When my mind is loud and my spirit feels tired, I don’t go quiet.
I go biblical.
“Your word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path” (Psalm 119:105).
God’s Word doesn’t just comfort.
It confronts darkness.
“He sent out His word and healed them, and delivered them from their destruction” (Psalm 107:20).
So no, the Psalms are not soft poetry for me.
They are survival.
They remind me that God is near, that my prayers matter, and that I am not unarmed.
I don’t fight in my own strength.
I stand in His Word.
And every time, peace shows up right on time.
Dee Bloomingmoore 🌺












































































