I tearfully looked around my office and said one last goodbye. Goodbye to the television endlessly streaming cable news headlines I may or may not need to respond to. Goodbye to the phone constantly ringing off the hook with reporters needing a comment. Goodbye to the clunky cabinet full of news clippings, press releases, editorials and letters to the editor — many of which I'd spent way too much time obsessing over. And goodbye to wonderful co-workers. Men and women I’d bonded with in worthwhile battles. The seven years I spent at a ministry helping communicate biblical truth about challenging, controversial issues were ones steeped in the trenches. Every interview, every debate with a talking head, every editorial and every press conference seemed to carry with it the weight of an intense spiritual battle for hearts and minds.
Now, I was going home to a beautiful, doe-eyed girl intent upon waging her own war against my sleep patterns.
On my last day in the office, a dear colleague wisely told me, "God is just moving you to another division in His army." She was right.
The battlefield I was headed towards was every bit as real as the one I had just left.
I love C.S. Lewis' simple, yet profound depiction of spiritual warfare. "There is no neutral ground in the universe. Every square inch, every split second is claimed by God and counterclaimed by Satan."
So too is every square inch of motherhood.
These days, the grocery store is often my battleground. I feel it keenly almost every time I run in to pick up some diapers. With all five of my children. The looks and comments I receive are often insensitive and discouraging. The root lie, however, lurking beneath is an insidious, destructive arrow.