I was ready, it is true. A smile crept over my face in the dark because I already knew the outcome of this. In fact, I had known it all along, for years, since infancy. But the fortress I had been given, I had dismantled, destroyed, and when I came to my senses I had to sit in the wind and the cold - where walls once had been, and I knew walls would be again.
Because I had come back into the ruins, and taken a stand where my inheritance once stood and would stand again, the winds blew hard. For years. But over time I did see walls emerge. It was more to do with my sight than with the walls. The gravestones of regret were crystal clear, I could discern these physically. But 'the blood that speaks a better word', the one that spills slowly and stains permanently and drips from a hand cut up with my initials, this covering I had to hold fast in my spirit, my soul, by faith, to be seen one day. I was not deterred. Every fight to displace me, I fought hard. I was told day in and day out that I had no right to be here, no proof of purchase. I shook my head. My own heart spoke against me. I was mocked as completely irrelevant, slightly mad, slightly evil. I stood my ground. Like any force of darkness that is not yielded to, it cannot help but show its face, and so face its own destruction. First he tries to push you from the light, then he eventually attacks the light, and this is like kindling attacking fire. When dark turns to touch light, darkness is gone. 'The prince of this world stands defeated.' (John 16:11) (Matthew 4:1-11; 2 Timothy 3:15; Proverbs 18:10; Matthew 5:13; Revelation 21:5; Matthew 14:22-33; Hebrews 11:6; Matthew 6:23; Heb 12:24; 1 John 3:20; John 10:20; Isaiah 49:16; 1 Timothy 6:12; Philippians 3:12-14; Psalm 73:25-26; James 4:7-8; Rev 12:10-11)
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