Final War--The Conclusion
I moved my gaze from the hills back to her. But” Rebecca” was gone. Warts now covered “its” face, the small frame had become a hunchback, and the red hair formed into two sharp horns. Green drool seeped from its mouth as it stared at me. I could feel a mind wrap forming around me like a straight jacket.
“No.” I said.
I flexed in my mind and felt the grip loosen.
“Yes.” it said.
Again the jacket, stronger this time, and then a forearm against my throat in a choke hold.
I tried to break the hold by physically flexing but it didn’t loosen. I gasped for breath and it laughed.
I could now feel it behind me.
“Got you.” It said. Rancid stench filled my nostrils as drool slid down the back of my neck. I felt the life drain out from me as the choke hold tightened.
My vision blurred and I made a conscious effort to blink. My mind raced looking for a way out. I tried to remember all my training but couldn’t. All that I knew was gone. There was a wall in my head and I couldn’t get past it. Fear welled up inside of me and I broke out in a sweat.
I felt it sniff. “Mmmmmm. Good. “ Then I felt a slimy tongue lick the sweat off my neck.
“More.” It said, and the choke and jacket got tighter like it was squeezing the sweat out of me.
I closed my eyes. Done. Defeated. I felt my body go limp. And in that moment I knew I had screwed up, big time. I should have never come into the place that way. I should have never thought that I could just walk in there… bold. I should have done more research. It was right. The battle was not of flesh and bone. I had forgotten that. I had let Pride get the best of me, thinking I just waltz right in there. Big mistake and I was going to die because of it. A flood of regret washed over me. I regretted being so Prideful so stupid…so..so….. “ Father God, forgive me. Into your hands I commend…”
“NO!!!” It screamed. “NOooooooooo!!!” The grip loosened, the choke hold slipped.
I could…breathe. I gasped for breath and smell…a burning. My eyes snapped opened, and I was gazing out the window onto the Hills. And that’s when I saw them; the chariots and warring angles descending the Hills on white horses. A trumpet sounded and they charged. Then there was a burst of screams throughout the whole facility. It sounded like a riot was breaking out.
“AAAHHHHHHHHHH!” It yelled.
I turned around to see it backing up. The arm that had choked me was on fire. The warts were melting as it retreated. A beam of bright light shot from the Hills through the window. “ It” screamed as the white light set it on fire. It screamed as it burned in the light. I watched and waited. And then I knew.
There was nothing that I had that could defeat the enemy in this final war. It wasn’t about what I could or couldn’t do. I had nothing to offer here. The only thing I could do was let go of everything , and depend solely on the help that He could give me. That was the real “final War”. I turned again to look out the window and saw the angles surrounding the place.
Then I heard it… in my head, a confirmation of my realization. “The battle belongs to the Lord.”
(2 Chronicles 20).
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Published on e-Stories.org on 12.07.2011.