The weight of this road grew heavy on me. The dark enemies multiplied around me on all sides. Their weapons were fierce and sharp and their intent was clearly my demise. Even my best efforts weren't enough. There were just too many of them. I tried to stand against them in my own power but it was ultimately futile. On the measure of strength and will I was clearly outmatched. Their black weapons drew closer every moment seeking to maim and destroy me. Then I remembered His words... "For when I am weak, then I am strong...". "I use the foolish things of this world to confound the wise..." I knew what I needed to do now. As so, immediately I dropped to my knees - not in submission and defeat before the countless enemies around me - but in honourable respect and humility before the One who holds my future and to whom the battle belongs. It would seem utter madness to lower yourself to a position of kneeling while in the midst of battle and even more insane to close off your senses of sight, hearing, feeling and perception when your enemy is right there at the door ready to make his largest assault on you. Yet it is the wisest thing we can do - to disconnect from this fleshly realm and to connect to the real world and the maker of all things... Jesus. As I quietly whispered His Name while kneeling there in the middle of chaos itself I could sense His presence... His unmatched peace. A peace the defies the logic and understanding of this world. A peace that just is and a peace that remains. A peace not of this world and not based on anything in this world but based on the eternal person who is Jesus. I briefly opened my eyes and glanced at the ground in front of me. The weapons the hordes held should have overcome and crushed my bones yet there I was... untouched. Unharmed. "No weapon formed against you will succeed". His words again echoed as an eternal whisper in my heart. I looked on the ground and saw fresh drops of blood appearing directly in front of me. Surprised, I raised my gaze and saw my Saviour standing there before me. His hands outstretched holding the dark ragged blades of my enemies so they could not harm me. His blood spilled on the ground as He clutched their blades and took the full force of their hate and malice in my place. I marvelled at how a King would step in to save and redeem such a lowly man as me. His Words came again... "For everyone who calls on the name of THE LORD JEHOVAH shall be saved". This is my King. This is my Saviour. These are the same hands that shed blood to save me and to cleanse me from my sins on that cross so long ago.
