The Battle

Stunned with fear, I struggle to comprehend how I got here. The valley echoes with the beat of trained hoofs and a war cry. The cavalry approaching with intimidating weapons. They charge against me with swords of fear and deceit.

At my wit’s end, I remember Someone promised to be there for me. All I have to do is call. I cry out, desperate for help and immediately He arrives with power and overwhelming compassion. “Child, do you believe?”

“Yes Lord, help my unbelief.”

My eyes are opened to see their feebleness behind ferocious masks. My HELP has His chariots around me. I charge ahead raising my sword of the spirit and shield of faith.

The battle rages but I have obvious victory.

In the battlefield of the mind where troops of fear and doubt assail me. ” Are your prayers really answered?”

“Are those promises for you?”

“Do you know how unworthy you are?”

“How could God love you?” My help reassures me and I attack. “Him whom the son has set free is free indeed. I have loved you with an everlasting love. For the Lord is with me as a mighty terrible one, therefore my persecutors shall stumble and be greatly ashamed. The Lord has not given me the spirit of fear!” And they retreat, and stumble and fall.

I am at peace.

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