She was struck with such force it spun her around and knocked her off balance. Her legs twisted as another blow through the heart buckled her knees sending her limp body tumbling where she once stood.
Pain flashed to the core of her soul as fire had spread through brittle timbers of long neglected vows.
Lies whispered their flames from the deepest pit of night.
Despair drained her of any desire to reach out.
Hope was dying
She laid helpless, her breath shallow and quick arrows still burning in her chest; burning their poison coursing through her veins. Echoes of laughter in the fading distance chilled her flesh.
A gasp of Holy Wind stirred the remnants of life beating beneath glowing embers. Ancient Tears, borne long ago, rained their soothing salve upon opened wounds. Eager palms lifted and received the stroke of each drop.
A deep sigh filled her lungs as she turned to lay on her side. She needed time to rest and recover in the cool of this healing Rain.
Echoes of more lies reached her ears sending pulses of terror to her brain. It seemed endless, and he never missed.
Through a blur of panic she focused on an object lying close by. Its length matched that of her own. Had it always been there? Without hesitation, she groped her way under the Shield leaving nothing exposed.
A barrage of flaming arrows pounded and hissed with accurate aim by the Evil One.
Mounting fear threatened to escape her throat as she clasped her hands over her mouth she was not alone. Squeezing her eyes tight, she tried to inch away from the unknown entity brushing coarse against her shoulder. But the fragrance of Love was unmistakable. It filled the close space. She opened her eyes and saw a Book she recognized with a pang of memory. It was The Book of Truth.
More arrows struck their force and hissed more lies. Each one extinguished, dying an eternal death stone cold.
With the Book of Truth in one hand and the Shield in the other, she pulled unsteady legs to a stand. Arrows fell at her feet as dust disappearing in one felt sway of Majestic Wings standing in the Midst. Ohhhhhhh! ... The whisper of Holy Wind! The comfort of Holy Peace!
She surged with strength! She was overcome by Awe!
Once again she fell to her knees, clinging to The Truth as tears soaked into the shield lying now beneath her prostate form.
Wings of Light bent down to her side and covered her shame as she wept. He lifted her face to look into her eyes, What do you see before you dear one? What do you feel? What do you hear?
He took her hands in His and placed them upon the shield.
Curious fingers were guided over embossed imprints of Red and Gold, damp now with her sorrow. She noticed the scars from nails that had torn all the way through His hands, reaching to pierce her heart.
Together their fingers followed a pattern letters, one by one; five in all.
Holy Words spoke from The Book of Truth now opened upon the shield.
In addition to all this, take up the Shield of FAITH, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one.*
She made a vow, one more time
*Ephesians 6:16 NIV
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