Like a battering ram striking the gates of a citadel, so the prayers of the Saints have hit hard against the enemy’s blockade, causing great upheaval amongst his ranks.
A spirit of mockery has been unleashed upon this nation, filling the atmosphere with a sense of loathing, as he comes to pit neighbor against neighbor, promoting strife through her airwaves by using language that sounds virtuous, but which, in reality, breeds offense and hatred, as it targets those who ignore the pandemic guidelines by shaming only them for their “selfish behavior”.
Where does true strength come from? Is it based on a person’s capabilities, or does real stability come to him another way?
The resiliency of a man is not based on his own courage, for there are those known for their bravery who are not afraid to be daring. However, unless these have found the inner peace of complete equity, then their heart will still carry some torment. For example, many are sent out onto the battlefield and are asked to stand up and fight for honor, risking their own life in the place of another. Yet, when these return home, their heart is plagued with the dark memories of each skirmish, remembering the horrifying brutality of man coming against man, without having the ability to reconcile these experiences inside themselves, or to keep these unsettling thoughts from returning.
I have heard the petitions of the elect, those who have made their appeals to Heaven: who have sought the wise counsel of their Lord and King. And from atop My holy hill I have inclined My ear their direction, having agreed with their prayers; I am on the move!
To topple over statues and vandalize historical monuments are the actions of the immature, for those who are anchored to anger and hate have found an excuse to go on a terror spree across this nation. Although I am opposed to idols which glorify foreign deities, I don’t have an issue with these monuments of remembrance, where moments of historical significance were captured in carvings.
Each person that comes to Me starts out fractured and in need of repair, with injury and pain held in their hearts, like a bone that is broken requiring mending. Some have wounds which need only a small amount of care to relieve their discomfort, for the insult they received brought in only a little damage, and so these may not even be aware of their need for healing. Yet each life, on some level, will know the pain of rejection or have words spoken that hit rather hard, regardless of their confident exterior.
“Are you willing?” is the question I ask each of My children.
“Are you willing to walk the difficult road of denying yourself in order to see My promises fulfilled? Are you willing to seek Me even when your heart is not in the battle and you have grown weary of fighting?”
I am the One sure thing, the only true King, the Maker of heaven and earth, the Creator of all that would be; The One who vanquished the enemy and removed the power from all of his schemes, who took the world from the brink of utter darkness through the saving light of salvation’s path.
Once the moon has set upon the night sky and darkness covers the land, the shadows formed where the corner walls meet will once again appear deep and looming, as if going beyond their natural boundaries, like an endless void that seeks to engulf the whole room, always ready to overtake the heart which sits huddled upon her bed.