A Country Taken (Part 3, conclusion)

It started with a rumble, a sound like a thousand pair of boots trampling, racing across the compound. The skies erupted with loud claps of thunder.

Suddenly, the roof was knocked off its structure with such force as if smacked by an angry hand. A memory flashed before my dazed brain, and I was a child building my fortress and towers with my blocks. Just as quick someone knocked them all down with one fast swoop. My life was then filled with repeated attempts to succeed at all I tried, only to see all come crashing down like my pile of blocks. Never did I really believe God could think me worthy to love when all I did was fail.

The walls and foundation shook till fissures opened wide to the chaos outside. Beams of light poured in with such intensity it came as a shock to my system having become accustomed to this dark place. The noise grew louder, and closer. Everything happened so fast, and yet I was not afraid. Now, as if looking through a magnifying glass the scene before me became crystal clear.  There was a sense of euphoria, an anticipation as I watched in amazement at the battle being fought before my eyes. The ISIS were dwarfed before an army the size and strength of one I could not even imagine. They stood over ten feet tall covered in armor like polished silver. A ruby cross carved into their breastplate with a jewel-studded gold crown at the top was identical to the one on their drawn swords gleaming like early morning sunbeams. The contingent looked like an international army of ethnic and mixed race from countries all over the earth, reclaiming territory, declaring victory. Their eyes were like diamonds, so bright that the brilliance was too great for one to look or gaze upon. Celestial warriors!

A penetrating heat spread through my body from head to feet, and I knew it was not from the fever. The weakness, fever and pain was gone. The bleeding had stopped. I pulled off my bandage; my wounds and abrasions, healed. Adrenalin and strength returned.

I looked at others around me. All were experiencing the same. The presence and spirit of another in the room with us was so powerful I could hardly stand. As His power was unleashed, so great was the impact, I stood in awe, and I believed. There is a God who loves me and it is His Son who came to set us free. His arms reached out encompassing the whole of our little band of fighters, and we passed through the portico into a new realm.

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This story is a work of fiction, but the truths and message are real. There is a God who loves us, will protect us, fight our battles for us and will never let us down or leave us. The book of Psalms in the Old Testament Bible was written by the psalmist, David, a warrior himself, shepherd boy, king of Israel and slayer of Goliath, the giant. Many times he found himself in danger hunted by Saul, the first king who wanted to kill him, but David stayed faithful, persevered and called on the Lord for help. In Psalm 59:16 it says, “But, I will sing of your strength in the morning. I will sing of your love; for you are my fortress, my refuge in times of trouble.” NIV

Joyce E. Johnson (2015)

 

 

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