THE PREY

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The growing activities and challenges of life had given me so many reasons why the weapons were too heavy.
There was a strain on my early morning communion, devotion and interaction. It was becoming time consuming. I was always running late. I had targets to achieve, deadlines to meet. We could interact later in the day.
“Oh the day is so filled with so many activities, I’m stressed out. I will lie down for some minutes and we could talk later”. I could hear Him calling out to me, wanting my attention but I am tired. He should understand that I was human and it was only natural for me to get tired after a long day. After all, He said he pities me as a father does he child and that he knows my frame.

“Oh it’s past 5 a.m! I’m late again already. “Good morning Lord, thank you for today. I need you to help me today. Thank you”. I thought I heard Him say something but He could still tell me on my way out. I need to catch up with the bus.

So this routine of mine every morning stopped me from listening. I could not even hear Him anymore. “Uhmm no problem, we would always get back on track, I’m sure.” I thought to myself as I grabbed a pack of biscuits and a bottle of fruit juice from the refrigerator. I picked up my phone and opened the bible app on my phone. The daily bible verse popped up, ‘….I know thy works, that thou art neither cold nor hot: I would thou wert cold or hot. So then since thou wert neither cold nor hot, I will spew thee out of my mouth’ Revelations 3:15-16. The other bible app popped up its daily notifications and it was about this same Revelations chapter 3. What was it with this chapter today? I picked up my bible which was at the far end of my room. As I opened it, like a mighty flood, sleep swept me off my knees and I woke up to my 4:30 a.m alarm.

My routine continued!

I hissed at my struggle.

I had many bible apps in my phone but I ignored them and chased after my social media notifications that never stopped popping up. Every time i tried to open my bible app, there always was something to distract me.

The gifts He gave me. They seem heavy now. I don’t need to move about with them. The challenges and deadlines and all the targets were already enough burden. I forgot completely that His yokes were easy and his burden light (‘light and easy’ were the words. They are not easier or lighter because they were in no way to be compared with all of the tasks that the enemy put in my way which I ignorantly pulled along like a necessary baggage for my everyday living)
So one by one, I kept my gifts and talents aside. I could pick them up later when these burdens reduce. Yeah sure!

The burdens never reduced. Not sure they would ever reduce…

The beautiful dress with a fitting headgear he gave me the first time we met were so beautiful (the white robe and the helmet of salvation)

For the dress, He gave me a belt to hold it in check so that it doesn’t lose it’s fitting on me (the truth and truthfulness)

He said that my heart was fragile and that I would need some protection and so He gave me a bullet proof (the breastplate of righteousness)

On one of my outings with Him, He gave me a pair of shoes. He said I could walk with them anywhere at all and not get wounded (preparation of the gospel of peace)
I remember the day he gave me the sword (His word). He said I should wield it at all times. He told me the enemy was always lurking around.  (the word of God with the shield of faith).

The monstrous beast approached me. He had a mockery grin on its face as though he had before him a delicious meal. I had thought I could handle it but just as he came face to face with me, I realized that I was as helpless as a lion’s prey.

My helmet was nowhere to be found. What I had on was a piece of cloth wrapped around my head.

I had lost my breastplate, what I had was a broken slate.

My feet were bare, I had no shoes on. The ground was filled with thorns and thistles. I was wounded already.

I realized I was naked as my skirt dropped because my belt was no longer in its place.

I tried to make use of what I had in my hands. Alas! What I held as my sword was a piece of old stick

I was obviously at the mercy of this beast who was laughing at me in the most disgusting manner.
I was such a meat, prepared for him by my very self.

There was nowhere to run to, no strength to fight, no backups, no support, no weapon!
Now in my state of utter disarray, pain and shame, I remember the garden where we used to meet. We would commune in the most beautiful ways. Sometimes my lips would move with no audible words but He’d still understand. He always knew what I was saying and understood perfectly. However, sometimes I thought He was not quick to respond. Other times, I would tarry in the garden, waiting for Him. One time He told me to wait for him even if it looked like I couldn’t see Him; He promised He would always be around me.

How could I have traded such a communion and life for the devil’s beautiful tray of daily struggle? What on earth was I thinking when I gave up such sweet fellowship for a life of shame. How did I enjoy such bitter pills of disappointments, failed relationships, failed businesses and career? For how long did I have to enjoy the momentary pleasure of lust only to be entangled in a web of regret and shame?
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Isaiah Chapter Forty-Nine Verse Twenty-Four To Twenty-Five
(Ephesians chapter Six Verses Ten to Eighteen)



JOY @Pentolifediary

Comments

Bisbimwrights said…
More Insight! This is a master piece. A quick reminder too.
God bless you
4 February 2020 at 01:55
Kresh said…
Wow.. story of my life. Thank you!
4 February 2020 at 03:00
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