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I Hear A Roar

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“Be alert and of sober mind. Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour.” 1 Peter 5:8

I hear the crackle of dry grass under foot.  It is nearby.  Looking up I see him.  He foams at the mouth from the  heat of the desert and dehydration.  The foam is matted in his fur with dirt and grass. His mane, the pride of the lion, is knotted and gapped from battles. He hides in the shadows. A mortal Wound to the head still oozes with blood.  At one time he was a creation to be admired, the envy of the earth.  An ingrate, the first of the world.  His current  position is derived from fear, from his own fear.  Fear, that if he was not the most high then he would have nothing.  Ingrate. Though mortally wounded he roams; a  pitiful beast.

I feel my Father’s presence behind me, his breath on my shoulder. “Steady, my child, stead; use the first arrow I have given to you”

I pull the first arrow from my quiver, its points are sharper than a two-edged sword, and on the shaft is written, “The Lord is my light and my Salvation; Whom shall I fear? The Lord is the Defence of my life; Whom shall I dread?”

Notch of the arrow onto the  twine, wire holding the head rests on my grip and forefinger.

“Steady whispers my Father, be courageous.”  His bow and arrow ready to protect me should I miss the mark.

“Swoosh,… shoooopoom”

The Lion roars in pain, turns and faces me.  The wild rhythm in my chest now deafen my ears.

He charges and lunges toward me.  The world disappears and all I can see is the wildanimal about to devour me. I cannot release my breath.  Terror of the beast takes me so completely that I forget my Father is with me.

The lionstops in his track so quickly that dead grass and mud splatter in all directions.

His spell over me has broken, I see the trees again, the sky, my breath returns;  my Father has stepped in front of me.  The lion knows him well.  The lion turns and runs.

My Father is the one who gave him the mortal wound.  I am safe.

My Father reaches into his quiver and gives me another arrow this one too says, “The Lord is my light and my Salvation; Whom shall I fear? The Lord is the Defence of my life; Whom shall I dread?”

My arms wrap around my Father’s waist…”I love you”.

I hear the lion deeper in the bush, seeking someone else to devour.

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Posted by Diane W. Bailey on January 7, 2012
4 Comments Post a comment
  1. 01/7/2012
    Cindy

    Glad I started the weekend with this!

    Reply
  2. 01/7/2012
    pam artman

    Awesome! Definitely needed this today!

    Reply
  3. 01/9/2012

    I love how you write Diane!!! These words capture me with my Father and all He is. Thank you!

    Reply
    • 01/11/2012

      Thank you Barb! I’m looking forward to reading more posts from you!

      Reply

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