Overcoming Evil

Just pondering another night with little to no sleep. Suffering from PTSD has been a hellish experience. After eighteen years in war zones it feels that much of my capacity to fight off the wickedness is diminished. I feel trapped inside of thoughts, thoughts I cannot control, thoughts that take on their own life and knock whenever they feel, especially at night. I know that the Lord promises His beloved sleep but I also know that we are calle to endure for His name sake. I trust I shall win this war when I concede that I have no chance and He becomes my all in all. Dark thoughts, to many times looking at things I shoud have never seen. Broken hearts and empty stares, crying faces filled with pain. I remember seeing a women who had just seen her husband shot on the trail before she came to us. She was carrying three kids with her. They all were so desperate for food. She fell down on the ground near my feet and sighed. Yes we gave her food as well as the children but only Jesus can touch the scars of the mind and heart she and the kids will endure from such tragedy. Well it is late. Nice to get this off my chest.