I used to be an emotional believer. If it felt right, it must be God. If it didn’t feel right, then it wasn’t. I believed my tears would move heaven. After all, He keeps my tears in a bottle (Psalm 56:8).And yes… He is touched by the feeling of our infirmities (Hebrews 4:15). All true. I could quote many scriptures to defend my darling heart… my feelings. But when the enemy came, he had no regard for my feelings. He still attacked. That’s when I grew up. The language of “Dear Daddy” is for the intimate place. But when the enemy comes to the gate, I don’t cry. I go…