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		<title>By: Ali</title>
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		<dc:creator>Ali</dc:creator>
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		<description>Gosh, is this ever true. I started my Lenten journey promptly on Ash Wednesday. And it is safe to say that last week was one of my most difficult as a mother. I was ugly. My kids were basket cases. 

Yet every morning I woke up turning to Scripture and prayer. And by the afternoon, satan was camped outside my front door, slipping in and out in a nasty attempt to kill and destroy my desire (and efforts) to grow closer to the Lord. 

I had never felt spiritual warfare as heavily as I did last week (and satan didn&#039;t like that my husband and I attended Forever Changed only a few days prior to Ash Wednesday; he didn&#039;t like that one bit at all).</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Gosh, is this ever true. I started my Lenten journey promptly on Ash Wednesday. And it is safe to say that last week was one of my most difficult as a mother. I was ugly. My kids were basket cases. </p>
<p>Yet every morning I woke up turning to Scripture and prayer. And by the afternoon, satan was camped outside my front door, slipping in and out in a nasty attempt to kill and destroy my desire (and efforts) to grow closer to the Lord. </p>
<p>I had never felt spiritual warfare as heavily as I did last week (and satan didn&#8217;t like that my husband and I attended Forever Changed only a few days prior to Ash Wednesday; he didn&#8217;t like that one bit at all).</p>
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