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That Wooden Bench
I almost fell upon the ground, because I'm just so tired of the spiritual fight; I can't take anymore pressure, and everyone wants me to be strong, because I'm the spiritual leader in the family, besides my mother. Looking to the left of me there was this tiny wooden bench, so I was walking very slowly with my sword in one hand, and the shield in the other hand; I took my armour off, and I whispered God I'm exhausted, and I tried fighting for you, but mentally, and physically I can't take anymore pressure. The tears were falling down my face, and I leaned over and bawled on the wooden bench, saying I'm sorry God you wanted me strong, but I am not strong, and you wanted me to be the leader but I'm not that leader, and I cried, and I kept crying because what if I failed God? What if I have failed Him? I started to hear the leaves moving, and thinking it's just the wind, so the tears kept coming.
When I heard a still, small voice said Son. A hand touched my back and I looked up, and I whispered who are you? He said I'm the One who you been praying to son. Did I hear Him right? He reached down and touched my eyes, and dried my eyes, so I sit up and gave Him room to sit down. Son, When you think you were by yourself in the fight, that's when I came to you and picked you up within my arms. All this time you been in my arms, and I have protected you in my hands. I reached out and hugged His robe, and cried on Him.
He said son, stop trying to be so tough and let me hold you, and let me be your strength now, son I don't lead you to where I am not, but I take you to the deep to strengthen you against the enemy. When you can't fight no more, that's when I run and carry you! Son, this isn't by your own strength, but My power, and might. He began to place the armour on me again, and He said I am fighting with you. I said please don't leave Jesus as I hug Him, but He said I must go, but you must remember I carry you when you are weak because I am your strength in the night.
He placed the sword in my hand again, and when I stood up I felt strength come back to me, and I started walking towards the fight up ahead for heaven.
By: Brian Howell
Oct 1-2021
When I heard a still, small voice said Son. A hand touched my back and I looked up, and I whispered who are you? He said I'm the One who you been praying to son. Did I hear Him right? He reached down and touched my eyes, and dried my eyes, so I sit up and gave Him room to sit down. Son, When you think you were by yourself in the fight, that's when I came to you and picked you up within my arms. All this time you been in my arms, and I have protected you in my hands. I reached out and hugged His robe, and cried on Him.
He said son, stop trying to be so tough and let me hold you, and let me be your strength now, son I don't lead you to where I am not, but I take you to the deep to strengthen you against the enemy. When you can't fight no more, that's when I run and carry you! Son, this isn't by your own strength, but My power, and might. He began to place the armour on me again, and He said I am fighting with you. I said please don't leave Jesus as I hug Him, but He said I must go, but you must remember I carry you when you are weak because I am your strength in the night.
He placed the sword in my hand again, and when I stood up I felt strength come back to me, and I started walking towards the fight up ahead for heaven.
By: Brian Howell
Oct 1-2021
