Can you see it? That great stone fortress? It is there; I just need to keep my eyes on Him, my mind and heart in His Word and It is there. Mighty and strong in the distance, the sun sparkles like diamonds on those great stones, and I know once I reach it I will be safe from the harm and temptation, the evil and pain of this world. I must keep striving and as I race, running with all my might. The fear begins to leave, and as I look around I see I am flanked on either side by mighty soldiers! They are tall and mighty, they fight off the enemy and shout encouragement to me! A new strength flows through me; I am renewed!
As I reach the ramparts of the fortress, I see so many others calling encouragement. The prayer warriors from all over. Their prayers sent the soldiers; their prayers sent encouragement and strength to my soul! As I stayed true, even as I began to faulter, they prayed and prayed on.
My God is my mighty fortress! He is my rest, my portion, my safety, my strength. I turn and see the horde of evil that pursued my beaten back by that army of God. The Lord is there, His arm about my shoulders. “It is good you are here, loved one. Rest and refresh, regain your strength for soon you will once again join the good fight. As I sink into the couch, I find His Word sitting on a table next to me. Beside it one simple glass of water. I open the Bible, sip that wonderful, life giving water and I hear Him, in the distance. “Give your burden to me, loved one. Take my burden for it is lighter and shared by many.”
I slip off the couch into a deep rug and on my knees, confess my sin. In simple humility I share my joys and fears, My sins and my blessings. I share my sorrows, my hopes, and my dreams. And in that sweet hour of prayer, my rest from the real world, I again begin to feel that overwhelming love. It is hard to realize how much He loves me, but He does. My breathe catches, it is so hard to breathe with the intensity of His love. As I rise from the floor I see that fortress fall away, my comrades are there, still fighting the good fight.
Refreshed and strengthened from my time in the safety of His love, I draw in a breath. Just before I plunge once again into the struggle against sin, the struggle against the evil one, I look up and utter a thank you, “Thank you, Lord, for loving one such as me. Thank you, Lord, for believing in me and for loving me. “