Tiniest Angel with the Strongest Weapons

Lord covers us with the blood of Jesus. By the last day of the first week, every student could pray with confidence.

Going into the third week of school, there were some problems with a rebellious student. His name is Titus.  He hated everything about me.

Whenever Ms. Phavor called on me to pass out our journals, Titus would pinch me as I passed by.  He throws paper balls at my head and steps on my shoes. 

After blowing his nose and coughing, he likes to put his hands on me.  His breath makes me dizzy.  I could scratch him.  I hated him!

On the way home from school, the bus driver

never saw Titus punch me in my back or trip me on purpose. 

It hurts me real bad when Titus calls me little pig, little pig oink oink, oink. 

I felt too scared to tell anyone. Who would believe me?  I was supposed to be the “hater breaker.”  Instead, I felt helpless.

My mom is always busy changing my little brothers pamper.  She cooks and cleans the house all day while my dad works late hours.

When the alarm clock rings in the morning, my head hurts and fear makes my tummy tingle.

However, on this morning my eyes were dripping with tears when a flash of light lit up my room.  Suddenly without notice a teeny tiny angel flew by me.  His gorgeous flapping wings had a sweet fragrance of peace.

He introduced himself and said, “I’m Battle Axe, the tiniest angel with the strongGod on a special assignment.  He was to teach me how to use God’s powerful words as weapons and conquer anything that rise against me and place it under my feet.