Beating the air
When it seems like the fight is frantic and you are beating the air, you are left worn out and tired, still aware of the voices laughing, taunting you. Oh God help me to walk by faith and to see what you are doing. Teach me to fight as you desire, to know that my battle is not against flesh and blood, that my battle is not about beating the wind, thrashing the air and ending up drained and exhausted. Lord show me your strategy to defeat the enemy and see victory so my pummelling of the air is not without purpose.
This is sometimes how it seems to be when you are in the place of intercession, where the enemy could be your closest friend but you know that your battle is not against flesh and blood.
Continually I have to remind myself that there is an enemy, he is real, but there is a one who is greater. There is one who has beaten death and won the battle and whose side I am on. I remind myself that sometimes to win is merely to stand. The last man standing wins.