Look, I haven't mentioned Zeus, Buddah, or some religion.
Started by DeterminedJuliet, September 06, 2011, 06:57:47 PM
QuoteBeautiful one, Death called their name and they went running. No one intervened. No one said anything. No one petitioned heaven." Each word hitting my heart like a bullet sent for me to receive.Looking closer, I see that there had been words written behind the verdict, as if still lingering from the past. Making them out, I see the words, "I am a reformer. I will change history. I will take nations with the word of the Lord." Stunned, with my spirit involved in a fight I was not willing to lose. I ask, "Baby who stole you?"She whispers back, "Abortion stole me. Death stole me. Malaria stole me. Neglect stole me. Human trafficking stole me.""Baby, why didn't anyone save you?"And I hear Him, I hear Him crying with tears streaming, "No one stopped to hear her story."My eyes were locked on Him, as He hovered over these books with pens laid down. With His hand, He pulls out the words from behind the verdict. They are burning, moving, and dancing inside of His hands clenched; He is moving closer to me, He is coming for me. My soul pacing in waiting and in wanting, He places His hand upon my heart."It is not too late for you to carry this." Again, I nod, how can I do anything else? I am in love.Looking down, I now see that many names have been written upon me. "Beloved, You are a sign that death didn't win."Strength that is supernatural and victory that belongs to the Warrior fills me on the inside. He is intimate and intricate, pushing at the walls of what I can contain, stretching me, that I may be able to possess more that is Him. My eyes pushed to suddenly open up to an unseen realm, I see a line of children on the side of a street; they are from every nation. Kneeling down beside each of them, I hear the language of my heart race like a marathon runner. "Little one, you are powerful. You have a story. Tell me your story and I will tell you why your story makes you a weapon."