by Carolyn Hope
You are standing in a valley, sword in one hand, shield in another. You’re out of breath from running; you’ve stopped because there’s nowhere left to turn. Utterly surrounded, you stare at all the enemy forces; thousands upon thousands are waiting to attack. There is no escape, for every direction and every side are filled with foes.
You hear a whisper ripple through the soldiers, “Where is your God? Who can save you now?” This whisper is repeated in a rising scale, until it becomes a deafening shout, a unified lie that nearly drowns out all thought.
You look at your sword, then your shield. You look up to the sky. A defiant glimmer shines in your eyes. With your jaw clenched and your muscles tight, you throw your sword and shield to the ground. Ignoring the shouts, the cheers, the taunts, and the jeers of your enemies, you spread your empty arms wide and yell into the air, “GOD IS MY SHIELD! HE IS MY SWORD! THE LORD IS MY DEFENDER!”
A hush comes over the crowd of attackers. You turn and view them all, and you begin to laugh. “I am not afraid of you,” you declare, “for My King will defeat you! You are nothing against Him! He will have the victory!”
Then you watch, as the light rises in the sky and your adversaries fall to the ground. He listened; He answered; He came. And the victory was won.Like what you've read? Receive free email updates from The Voice Online: Subscribe