She leans against the door, locking it behind her an unconscious impulse reflecting her state of mind. Anticipation shivers, moaning its resistance, she draws in a steady breath it is time.
She lifts her head eyes hold fast familiar fears threaten to surface.
The mirror resonates her thoughts in its silvery pool she can not look away.
Do not fear, for I am with you.
Foul whispers hiss their rage they lie in wait. Their master told them where to be and it is time. They shoot forth their venom.
She falls to her knees.
Deliver us from the evil one.
Prostrate reverent she embraces The Sword to her chest as she prepares for this battle. Holy Words breathe strength into her soul Holy Fire touches her lips. She is ready and her Advocate will fight along side her. She will not be alone she is never alone. Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you.
The pain begins, wounds cut deep, scars of battles past still tender her Advocate groans unspeakable cries before her Lord and Savior. A sweet savor to The Father. Pour out your hearts to Him, for God is our refuge.
Cares of this world, unholy thoughts, penetrate their diversions and she lifts The Sword to strike down their control; she must prevail she must focus on her mission and they retreat to the outer realm.
His faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.
Whirling moments, suspended in time fuse hope, trust, uncertainty into one lovely word Mercy Mercy according to your unfailing love and compassion have Mercy. His Glorious Presence wraps her in Light.
She lays a most worthy sacrifice at His feet. For great is the Lord, and most worthy of praise. From each chamber of her heart a song fills the Sanctuary with sweet essence of love, honor and praise, bathed in tears of petitions longing to be heard.
Shadows fall upon her wings of Majesty, bright as the Morning Star, lift high and Powerful. The Lords right hand is lifted, the Lords right hand has done mighty things!
Evil forces flee their distant perch. They have lost this battle. They will hunt for other prey to snatch in their talons of lies.
She rests. In His joy she rests. You will fill me with joy in Your Presence.
Unaware are her loved ones, her friends, the Church the desperate, of the battle brought forth on their behalf.
Authors note: Italics are partial quotes from these verses in order as they appear: Isaiah 41:10, Matthew 6:13, Hebrews 13:5, Psalms 62:8, Psalms 91:4, Psalms 51:1, Psalms 145:3, Psalms 118:16, Psalms 16:11
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