Finally, be strong in the Lord and in the strength of his power. Put on the whole armor of God, so that you may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil.
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This sounds like the voice in my head as I go car shopping. I, fortunately, do not have to car shop often, but when I do I am fully aware that I am rookie, an older woman in a showroom full of mostly men who have been trained to say things like "Look, the car matches the color of your blouse!" while picking the pockets of my small bank account. I have been double and tripled teamed and even had my keys held hostage to prevent me from walking out the showroom door. This is just the process of buying a car, not waging a war or living under the cloud of a cancer diagnosis or struggling for justice for immigrant children. It's just a car. And yet it is a struggle that defines power and weakness. We have battlefronts to face every day for minor and major issues. I wish life wasn't such a struggle, but there it is. We need help. We can't wage the good fight alone and so we pray, "Lord, help me." Sometimes we need the power to strike against the injustice we encounter. Sometimes we need the armor to protect us from being injured to stay strong for the important fights.
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Holy God, please forgive car salespeople. They know not what they do. Amen.