Wanna fight?

I had a good example, a very vivid example of how when you're not looking for the Devil, he's still looking for you. The phone rang yesterday and I answered it without looking at the caller ID. I usually do but I was in the kitchen and the caller ID is on my desk. A guy called me (I'm not saying his name and I don't think he'll call again) that I met 17-18 years ago. I saw him again about 8 months ago so he knew I was in the telephone book and back in the neighborhood. He asked me if I wanted a new connection for some dope. He said the guy was reliable, gave a good count and he delivers. In 40 years of drinking and drugging I never had someone knock on my door or call me with an offer like that. I always had to make the phone calls, travel on buses, trains and cars to get high. I been stood up, cheated and ripped off. After 40 years in the ozone I get a call like that 3 days after I give my life to Jesus and swear off all mind-altering substances. I haven't had a drop in a couple of weeks but don't even know my sobriety date. Its somewhere in the 2nd half of June 2006 and the last time I got high was the end of June 2006. I don't know why exactly it happened that way but the 4th of July 2006 was the day that I surrendered. Kind of 'reborn' on the 4th of July. It was my Independence Day and now the only thing or person I'm dependent on is Jesus. Today when I went to the Mens Breakfast at church I had to walk from Archer and Halsted to 31st and Normal because the 44 Wallace/Racine bus doesn't reun on Saturday and there was no Halsted bus in sight. It was 7:45 so I figured I better hoof it. I went past 2722 S Emerald and 2930 S Normal. I had already walked past my first home at 32nd and Normal Wednesday. Three houses that I've lived in and I end up back to Normal. My legs are feeling a little bit better today. I don't know whats going on or if its all in my mind or not. I'll be walking everyday because something is going on. I can't say it is all a coincidence because too much has happened this week.
The Mens breakfast was really nice. It was in the old Kooger dining room and I visited and sat on the bench in Sunday school that I last sat on I bet almost 50 years ago. A lot of things were just the same as they were then. Talk about a nostalgia trip. As I stood in the dining room I imagined Grandma, Aunt Gertie and my Mom being in the same room like they were many times before. I could almost see the Ladies Aid making blankets and quilts.
I met a lot of new friends and one of the guys had his Dad in from Mexico where he is a Pastor there. First time I been prayed for in Spanish. Ken spoke, we sang and we prayed...oh ya, had breakfast.
I'm not looking for a fight with the Devil but when he comes for me again and I'm sure he will ( I bet I made him mad this week) I'm ready. I got my armor on now and I'm not taking it off. I got reinforcements too and I'll call them out too if I have to. This is a different kind of fight than I've ever been in and I'm winning this time