Dark clouds begin to roll in; then, it starts to rain down onto the earthy ground. From the left, tall trees wrapped with poison ivy vines, stand tall, and from the right, bushes of all shape and sizes cover the gaps in murky forest. Beneath your very feet lie sticks and logs covered in moss, and beetles from around the world. Through the fog and dense rain blinding your sight, there is a building that peaks behind the strong trees. It was built on rocks from the most expensive countries, towers that stood higher than the trees itself, and a door made of red oak that’s harder than any battering ram. You arrive at the castle, soaked to the bone and mud splattered all over your body. The sword sheathed on your very back is protected from the weather around, but it will not be for long unless you enter in castle. A creaking sound emerges from the red oak doors, as they open wide to let you in; then, they slam behind you with an echoing boom. Now, all around the walls are plastered with murals of the prophets of old, from Moses to King David; then, in the throne room sits the mightiest of kings. Shaking in fear, you approach the throne with the sword in hand and unsheathing it to reveal a glorious blade. Your mission is complete, you returned the Sword of the Spirit back to the King. Well done my good and faithful servant.
-Written for English Class
Sharing is hard. It’s hard when you speak with a friendly face you’ve know for almost two years now, its hard to speak to friends you’ve know for four years now. But what’s really hard is the calm before the storm. At first the emotions that battle inside are at ease, chill like a warm breeze; then, every single wicked word escapes the hole in you head and the storm emerges from the depths of the abyss. Everyone stops, stares, and wonders what is wrong. How could a simple and kind human being made by God be such a match ready to be lit?
It’s called sin, it’s called being hurt for too long. Once the subject is breached, there you go again, spewing out words not from you but from someone much more wicked. You stand at the ready in a field with weapons of war firing metal bullets of words, while the other person at the end doesn’t even carry any armor. You’re just the calm before the storm. So, even when the battle inside of you urges words to pour evil form the hole in your head, fight back, fight back with prayer, with reading the Bible. Don’t fire the weapons unless He is there to pick up the pieces.
Sharing in hard. Ignoring it is hard. Praying for it is better. Speaking to a friendly face can help. Though you’ll be the calm before the storm, at least those who you’ll hit won’t die on impact or flee from you. They’ll listen, love and understand where you’re coming from. No more death and destruction from the wicked one. Being a human with a match ready to be lit is fine, just be ready to through the flame on Him and not on others.
“Humble yourselves, therefore, under the mighty hand of God so that at the proper time he may exalt you, casting all your anxieties on him, because he cares for you. Be sober-minded; be watchful. Your adversary the devil prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour.” 1 Peter 5:6-8