One Warrior
In this dream, I stood on the top of a great mound of earth in Jericho and looked out surveying the territory. It was night and the sky was black with only a few stars shining through. The wind touched my face, it was cool and I inhaled deeply. A part of me trembled as I waited, sometimes the waiting was worse than what would eventually come. I am older now in this dream, the years were on my face, around my eyes. There were scars on my arms and legs from old battles. The hair that was once black like coal, now had more silver than black running through it. My body was still lean and muscular and I felt the rub of the armored breastplate against my chest. I imagine I was about 60 years old. I was listening for any sound that might alert me to what was coming . nothing yet.
Movement beneath my feet, the mound began to shake. It was as if there were an earthquake shaking and tearing apart this mound, large ravines appeared and crevices. I heard the screams first coming from beneath the mounds, an ugly and unholy sound that seemed to embody evil itself. The bodies of the dead began to rise up through the mound and with them came demons from hell itself, torturing all they came in contact with and even themselves.
All that came out of the mound went into the air, I heard no instructions to stop them, there were no other warriors to be found in this place. I was alone standing watch. It would take many warriors to conquer this evil and my Father did not send me to do this alone. It was the future a day I do not know, yet a day that is surely coming when hell breaks loose on earth.
I was shaking with fear when I opened my eyes, I was back .awake again. Everything was so real in that dream, I could feel the earth beneath my feet, smell the air and hear every sound. I could sense the spiritual warfare from that other unholy realm. Our Father, the One who had created the universe and all that is in it; had come and taken me away once again. He is Father God to many, yet few of His children are warriors for His Word. Taking a deep breath I reclined back on my pillow and remembered a time when I was reading Gods Word, and He said the Universe fits in the span of My hand.
Tonight, where I went was foreboding, there was evil there but my Father was with me, His Holy Spirit was with me and in me; teaching me how to pray, where to intercede. It is how we war against the evil one, wielding our sword that is all truth, I pray that our God will send more warriors, ones that will be willing to give up their lives for Him. True warriors, those who will endure when the battles are the heaviest. Warriors who find honor in bearing the scars of combat, who are willing to wear the clothing of humility, even when it becomes worn and torn. Warriors who will recognize the destiny that God had planned for them.
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In this dream, I stood on the top of a great mound of earth in Jericho and looked out surveying the territory. It was night and the sky was black with only a few stars shining through. The wind touched my face, it was cool and I inhaled deeply. A part of me trembled as I waited, sometimes the waiting was worse than what would eventually come. I am older now in this dream, the years were on my face, around my eyes. There were scars on my arms and legs from old battles. The hair that was once black like coal, now had more silver than black running through it. My body was still lean and muscular and I felt the rub of the armored breastplate against my chest. I imagine I was about 60 years old. I was listening for any sound that might alert me to what was coming . nothing yet.
Movement beneath my feet, the mound began to shake. It was as if there were an earthquake shaking and tearing apart this mound, large ravines appeared and crevices. I heard the screams first coming from beneath the mounds, an ugly and unholy sound that seemed to embody evil itself. The bodies of the dead began to rise up through the mound and with them came demons from hell itself, torturing all they came in contact with and even themselves.
All that came out of the mound went into the air, I heard no instructions to stop them, there were no other warriors to be found in this place. I was alone standing watch. It would take many warriors to conquer this evil and my Father did not send me to do this alone. It was the future a day I do not know, yet a day that is surely coming when hell breaks loose on earth.
I was shaking with fear when I opened my eyes, I was back .awake again. Everything was so real in that dream, I could feel the earth beneath my feet, smell the air and hear every sound. I could sense the spiritual warfare from that other unholy realm. Our Father, the One who had created the universe and all that is in it; had come and taken me away once again. He is Father God to many, yet few of His children are warriors for His Word. Taking a deep breath I reclined back on my pillow and remembered a time when I was reading Gods Word, and He said the Universe fits in the span of My hand.
Tonight, where I went was foreboding, there was evil there but my Father was with me, His Holy Spirit was with me and in me; teaching me how to pray, where to intercede. It is how we war against the evil one, wielding our sword that is all truth, I pray that our God will send more warriors, ones that will be willing to give up their lives for Him. True warriors, those who will endure when the battles are the heaviest. Warriors who find honor in bearing the scars of combat, who are willing to wear the clothing of humility, even when it becomes worn and torn. Warriors who will recognize the destiny that God had planned for them.
Godsproperty777
