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THE STRONGHOLD
The king called his troops together. He called together his princes of destruction and those he could count on to keep up the fight. The news was good – very good indeed. His ploys so far were paying off. This stronghold would be an easy target. He had made sure of that.
They could and would storm this city. There were no longer any additional forces there; the nest had been emptied. It had been hit by so much internally already. The city was pathetic. There was no work, little money, and no hope. Wonderful! Easy picking!
And so the king with his army marched. They came to the city walls. They built up the bulwarks. They climbed so that they looked down. Out came the missiles of destruction. From their bows they shot the arrows of tribulation, of trials, of distress, of frustration. They rained down the missiles of affliction, of suffering, of calamity, of persecution, of hunger, of devastation, and of peril. They persisted but nothing was happening. This stronghold was standing.
How could it! The reports had been so positive. This should have been simple. The preparation had been done with excellence. The strongman had already been weakened. Everything possible had been done to make him look to the dire straits into which he had fallen. But, he stood.
The necessity of retirement had not been easy to accept. It had come earlier than anticipated though later than for most. His eyes could no longer see sufficiently to drive. He would need to depend on others. That would mean humbling himself. The money put aside for this time had had to be used for other things – the unexpected needs. The home would have to be sold and that meant moving. It meant leaving old friends and making new ones which is never easy. There was a need to find something with which to fill the empty hours.
But, he had prayed. He had prayed to the Giving God for the wisdom he needed for the future. And the Giving God gave. This strongman, who on the outside had been hit with all the king could muster, was strong on the inside. In him, the one true King ruled. In him was His Word and all His promises. There was nothing to fear. There was hope and there was expectation. God would make a way!
The king was defeated for a while anyway. He would have to try again. Strategy! That was what was needed. Strategy! He would have to conquer in some other way; pull down the defences; cut off the supplies. It must be possible! This city must not be allowed to stand.
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