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This past Sunday, during worship service at church, something shifted inside me that I can't really describe. I know, that's amusing, an author at a loss for words. Well, I'm not completely. Heaven forbid! he he
In the middle of praise music that had me trying to hold back tears, thoughts, images, and Bible verses started darting through my head. I sat down and wrote them down, not worrying about whether they made sense or formed a cohesive line of thought. It was a challenge for my hand to keep up with it all.
I finally got it put into a cohesive form this morning (Tuesday). I feel I'm supposed to share it for any others who might be going through similar struggles.
In case you want to know what the Bible verses were, here's the list in nothing even resembling a logical order: Job 1:21; 2 Sam. 22:2-3, 20b; Ps. 40:11, 17; Rev. 5:8b, 21:4; Isa. 65:17; Ps. 147:3; 2 Cor. 4:8-9; Matt. 5:4; Ecc. 3:4; Gal. 5:15; Isa. 40:7-8; Zeph. 3:17; Ps. 18:19b.THE IMAGE IS CLEARDawn M. Turner28 January 2014In my mind’s eye, I see myself.Smoke and haze hover over a battlefield,eerily quiet and still, blocking out light.A warrior lies there, broken and bleeding,cut down by poisoned swipes of the swords of allies,groaning in pain and grief over trust shattered,opportunities rejected by those who should know better.Light pierces the darkness.Little more than a candle’s feeble glowbecomes the gleam of the sun across the land,bringing comfort and assurance.Justice will come.Evil will be recompensed.None shall escape.The time for grief has ended.The time of healing has begun.I have been struck down, beaten and bloody,but I am far from destroyed.He has preserved me.The Lord reaches down with a loving, faithful handto bind my wounds and heal my broken heart.The warrior rises, not yet fit for a new battle,but standing as the smoke and haze clears.I seek to serve the Lord who delights in me.Prepare me, dear Lord, to raise my sword again,to fight for Your kingdom.Break my heart for what breaks Yours,and lift it up in praises to You.Strengthen me, Lord, for the battles yet to come.I stand for You, clinging to one certainty.This life is transient; it withers and fades.This pain will pass away and be no more.The end is written.You have already ensured victory.
God is good. All the time.