Struck by Fiery Arrows

Fiery Arrows happened. Again. And again. I felt as though I was pinned to the target, suffocating, and dying emotionally and spiritually.

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This morning when I woke up, I had every intention of shutting down this site. Ending my calling because it’s too hard. Surely, this is not it. I struggled and wrestled with my thoughts, trying to over analyze everyone. Two weeks ago, something shifted. Call me crazy, but something in the atmosphere changed.

Fiery Arrows happened. Again. And again. I felt as though I was pinned to the target, suffocating, and dying emotionally and spiritually.

I pleaded the blood of Jesus. I prayed. I rebuked. I read the Bible over and over. I kept it open all day, glancing down at verses and repeating them, as they were the only thing giving my breath back.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I was done. If this is what it is, then byyyeee. Living by the flesh is easier, but ohhh, my soul hurt. It grieved the thought of being separated from God.

Those arrows hit me, but do you know who came to my rescue and bandaged my oozing wounds?

Jesus.

Whatever it is that you are going through, whether it is anxiety, depression, suicidal thoughts, other mental illnesses, trouble with your marriage or relationships, issues with your job or finding a job, addiction—whatever your circumstance is, I want you to know that there is hope.

Fight with every ounce of your being to hold on. Scream if you have to and cry ugly tears, but fight and resist the enemy’s attacks. It’s not easy, but with Jesus, it’s a little sweeter. We aren’t designed to carry the burden and weight of the world; He made us for Him, so go on and humble yourself and call on His sweet name.

Make that choice.

Xoxo,

Hannah B.

 

 

This is an updated edition of a post originally published on barefootinaholler.com

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About the Author

Hannah Boyd is an Atlanta native and writes for Barefoot In A Holler. She has found her calling encouraging others to discover their faith, continue to grow in their faith, and living a reconciled and redeemed life through Jesus Christ. She has a strong desire to ignite pilot lights of those who have lost their way. She lives in eastern Kentucky with her husband and two young boys. When life isn’t too busy, you can find her barefoot on her porch drinking coffee and enjoying a peaceful life in the holler.