The long battle continues yet a day longer. Losing my strength, I keep fighting. I hear Godís trembling voice in my mind asking me, ďIf you donít fight for me, then who will?Ē So for this I continue on.
I look into the eyes of the enemies; hatred is consuming their very being. A flaming arrow is shot directly at my heart. A sudden sensation of agony takes over my body. I canít move or even breathe. I look down to see that the arrow has gone directly into my chest. I wasnít wearing my breastplate.
I get up to continue fighting, the pain taking my every breath away. I look behind me to see to see a foreign object flying at me. Everything quickly flashes black, and I find myself lying on the ground.
How much time has gone by? I open my eyes and the sun has gone down. The sound of the battle has seized. I sit up slowly, placing my hand on my head to find dried blood. I must not have been wearing my helmet. I look down at my chest to see half a broken arrow still there. I want badly to just give up, but again I hear Godís broken voice speaking to me, ďYou must keep fighting, Iím counting on you My Child.Ē
I stand to find that the battle has not ended, just moved to another area. I begin to walk the journey to the new battle site when I look down and see that my foot is bleeding. I wasnít wearing my boots. I wasnít at all prepared for a battle like this.
I sneak up on the enemy, and as I get close I pray a quick prayer, ďGod, I have no strength left, the pain I am in is more than I can handle. I have no reason other than you to keep fighting. You are my refuge and my strength. I give this battle to you, itís too much for me to handle on my own.Ē
I go into battle once again. I was more tired than before, and wanted nothing more than to just lay down my sword at the feet of Jesus and give up. But as I have already said, I felt as though I was in this battle for a reason.
I turn my head this time to see another flaming arrow directed with exact precision at my heart. I quickly pull up my shield and am not harmed. I lift my eyes to see something else flying at my head, I duck, and the object misses me. Once again I am not harmed. I walk out of the battle this time with no new injuries.
I find a safe place to sleep and I rest there for the remainder of the night. As I lay there awake unsure of the date or time, I allow my mind to reflect on the day. I pull out of my pocket a piece of paper and I just happened to have a pen too. This is what I wrote:
Today was the longest day of my life. I shouldnít even be alive after all the attacks Iíve seen and been a part of. I tried to fight a losing battle on my own. I found that there was a problem in the way I was fighting. It wasnít that I was fighting a losing battle, but that I was fighting alone. I asked God to be my strength, I allowed him to move in and he provided for me the protection I needed. I truly was fighting a losing battle until I stopped fighting alone.
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