Draft and Sunshine by Bgrace
I spent some time alone at a friend's house today. She has a prayer altar in front of a massive bay window. It has this chilled sacred feel to it; a mixture of draft and sunshine. I curled up on the floor beneath the altar with a blanket over my legs and began to pray. I was facing the open room and I noticed that the light through the window was hitting the wooden cross on the sill above me and casting its shadow onto the nearby footstool. I lifted up my hand to grasp the cross in the shadow. A smiled curled up on my lips; it was fun to play with the shadows. Suddenly I was struck by the reflection before me. When I grasped the cross it appeared as if I was grasping the handle of a sword.
What a perfect image of my struggle over the last few days.
What does it mean to carry the sword of the Spirit?
It is a very sharp weapon. Sometimes we mistake our own sword for His.
Perhaps only those who are willing to have their own souls pierced for the sake of others are asked to use it in warfare.
It is a sword that must first be drawn by its cross.
We can only be trusted to pierce when we are willing to be pierced first.
Help me, dear God, to draw my sword whenever You ask me to do so.
Regardless of the consequences, I live to please You, my King.
Help me never to mistake my own sword for Yours.
May I be pierced with Your wrath if I do.
Originally posted on Deep Calls
Nov. 07
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