Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: CLUMSY (04/11/19)
- TITLE: Fingers and Thumbs
By Catherine Drabble
LEAVE COMMENT ON ARTICLE
SEND A PRIVATE COMMENT
ADD TO MY FAVORITES
My once beautiful, fragile heart lay slumped on a stone-cold floor. It was broken; hurt and damaged beyond human repair. The enemy’s arrows had been fired, sure and swift, and had easily met their mark. The deadly shafts of wood, with their barbed heads, had sliced effortlessly into my soft flesh.
It was still beating but bleeding and broken and bathed in bitterness.
I wanted to blame the world; my friends, my family, my work colleagues, my neighbour who never said hello. But deep down I knew that the only person to blame was me.
I had been given a gift by God – a gift of heavenly protection. I had been presented with God’s armour but it was my responsibility to put it on and I had been careless.
I was excited in the early days to put on the belt of truth but my enthusiasm turned into clumsiness. I became all fingers and thumbs and I missed the notch on the belt. The belt was slack - it had never been tight, and so my honesty and integrity began to slip. The belt came undone along with sword that fitted loosely in its scabbard. Both clanged to the floor, leaving a metallic echo reverberating around the room.
I lived without the belt for a while but it was an integral part of keeping my breastplate of righteousness in place. The breastplate that protected my heart; the most sacred part of my body. Without the belt it began to slip and slide and move around until eventually it too clattered to the ground.
I was now totally exposed and vulnerable and all because I had been clumsy with the truth.
So there lay my armour on that cold, stone surface along with my battered and bruised heart. The truth lay unbuckled and twisted; righteousness lazed in pieces; and the word of God rested useless amongst my broken life.
So I had a choice. I could scream at the world and at God and indulge in my private pity parties night after night or I could fall to my knees and pick up the armour of God.
So I picked up and tightened the belt of truth around my waist, being careful not to miss a notch. I put on my breastplate of righteousness and my helmet of salvation, making sure they fitted perfectly. And for good measure I laced up my shoes of the Gospel of peace and held high my shield and walked into the world holding forth my sword; the Word of God.
My armour – my gift from God was now no longer on the floor, it was where it belonged. I could now stand against the enemy and withstand any arrows that came my way and if needed I could then stand some more. And my heart? Well my heart was no longer broken it was healed and complete and above all protected by my gift of heavenly armour. And now I am no longer clumsy!
Ephesians 6: 10. Finally, be strong in the Lord and in His mighty power. Put on the full armour of God, so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes.( NIV)
The opinions expressed by authors may not necessarily reflect the opinion of FaithWriters.com.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be right now. CLICK HERE
JOIN US at FaithWriters for Free. Grow as a Writer and Spread the Gospel.