She feels the working of the one who wishes it to rain when the sun shines--trying to destroy the hope and assurance she had just gained...but she refuses to give in; as the rope gets pulled downward, she digs her heels into the ground and pulls uphill, praying all along for the strength of the Lord to be with her.
She will not give up her faith, she will not doubt the Lord. He promised to give us wisdom should we ask--and to do so gladly.
The struggle continues but she continues to pray--her heart aches with tenison--but she feels herself gaining strength.
"Oh restless doubting spirit, silence! Be still! Devil flee from this land for in the land I dwell the Lord is ruler, you have no place here! Be Gone!"She boldly cries...and as the words spill from her lips the rain begins to stop, and the sun continues it's shining--and her heart is strengthened.
One more battle, one more step forward. One more tool she finds in her hand for whatever she may be called to do.
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If I was in the desert with her i would give her a hug. At least God will take the cold icy rain and turn it into the spring to make the desert bloom. What Satan flings, God uses to make beautiful in time. Wait for the flowers.
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