The Sword Of Warfare

His voice is talking to me. I sit on the floor listening carefully. I cannot grasp the understanding he wants me to know. His words fill the air with questions designed to probe my knowledge. Inwardly I begin to feel unrest at what I hear. I watch and I wait for comprehension. The tangled web of a man’s logic begins to unravel itself before me.

It’s time to dance. The singing within my spirit woos me into motion. I try to be gentle and kind. As the pace of conversation increases, so does the zeal in my heart. I long for maturity beyond my years. The sword I wield is mighty. He carries one too. As we unsheathe the weapons of warfare, I can see one to be dark and one to be light. I do not want to do this, yet I cannot stop what has begun.

My physical body aches and I want to quit. The hours go on. I need love beyond what I know. Pride tries to attach itself to my thoughts. I begin to dissuade it from taking root with a language I cannot understand. Over and over we tangle our swords together. My spirit speaks to me, “And the light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not comprehend it.” I myself cannot do anything to bring light to his heart. He must want of it himself. It’s time to put my sword away in front of him.

Hours later I get my sword out again and go to warfare on his behalf.

Scripture John 1:5

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