Something to be thankful for! : Chapter 9 of Out of the Wilderness adventure with Hopeful!
There is much to be thankful for! Indeed there is! If you open up your eyes, maybe super wide, you will see the truth around you. And yes, truth will prevail. We feel it in our souls and bones. We know something is coming and will not be delayed. The darkness is retreating and the corrupt is shaking in their boots. Their grip on this land is slipping away as they are falling backwards into their own traps and they will not be released to prosper anymore.
The revolution of the people and by the people is here! Americans were always meant to be free. That means that if you cannot live with Freedom and in Freedom, it is not the land for you. Only the brave can be free because Freedom isn't easy. It is like a wild mustang, you cannot contain it without effort. That is why the weak are scared of freedom. They are scared to think on their own two feet. To face their own delusion is so painful and so frightening that they chose to remain with the devil they know.
But I choose to be free and that always comes at a price but freedom is worth fighting for, striving for, living for and loving for.
"Something was coming, I could feel it in my spirit and my bones. Waking up was easy, getting up was hard. Although we had a restful sleep under the protection of the Angels, it began to dawn on us how far we’ve come, how tired we have been, even though we had brief intermissions where we could gather our strength. Perhaps it wasn’t that our bodies were so worn out, but our spirits.
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I believe in America and I believe that America is ready. We are equipped to handle what happens next because we love America and people it was built for and with. We can all participate in the American dream, we can all have a piece of the pie, no matter our background and our past, no matter the color or creed, if we only choose goodness, kindness, freedom, love... truth.
"We went to bed early that night, eager for battle. We were prepared; thus, we were no longer afraid. I was surefooted and strong, a leader who was about to pass a phenomenal test." (Out of the Wilderness)
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And that is why I am thankful today! I believe in a great future for us and our children because I haven't given up. I haven't chosen the easy path. I choose to speak so that my children may speak. I choose to believe so that my children may have the freedom to believe. I choose Life so that OUR children may LIVE.
Something was coming, I could feel it in my spirit and my bones. Waking up was easy, getting up was hard. Although we had a restful sleep under the protection of the Angels, it began to dawn on us how far we’ve come, how tired we have been, even though we had brief intermissions where we could gather our strength. Perhaps it wasn’t that our bodies were so worn out, but our spirits.
We got up, creaking bones, tired limbs, sore hearts. We’ve lost so many. The loss of what could’ve been was very hard to bear. I could feel the Kingdom yearn for the people that stayed behind. They all carried a specific purpose, a reason for being. No one was truly dispensable. With every missing person amidst our ranks, we felt the extra weight we had to carry. We had even greater responsibility to save the lost, to free the captives and to encourage and build up one another.
That morning we gathered around the campfire. Provision was already prepared for us upon our awakening.
Birds were singing. A gentle breeze was constantly around us, playing with our hair and simply being so pleasant.
The dark woods, wilderness and the desert began to retreat into a haze of the past as we began to sing and worship. I began to dance. Something inside me was encouraging me to be free. I could taste the liberation within me growing. Some of the people followed me in their own style, abandoning their conventions, while others just relaxed in the soft green grass.
We began to see each other anew. Great respect for what we’ve gone through together began to mount up, well up.
Something was coming. We could see that expectation written upon our very own faces as we peered into the basins of water set up around us for easy refreshment.
And then the rains came.
Soft, warm, refreshing droplets pooled around us as we took shelter in a cozy cave found earlier that morning. We were nearly happy.
That was when the Lord called me to come out and follow the lit-up path again, alone. I looked back at my brothers and sisters, told them I would be back soon, but for now I must follow the call of the Spirit. A gentle prodding of the Wind pushed me out of the cave, lest I tarry too long.
I found myself running towards my encounter with the Lord and felt the nudging of the Wind all the way until I got up to the very top of the Mountain.
There I heard the Lord speak to me. This time the message was not carried along the waves of the Wind. This time I heard Him speak to me directly, powerfully.
“Daughter Hopeful, my cherished and beloved, look from this Mountain of Influence, look at all the land I am giving you. You must go down and possess it, subdue it for the Kingdom. Set the captives free, destroy the enemy, and bring love into the land I am giving you.
It is time to heal the Earth. It has been calling out to me for far too long. This is the time when everything changes. You’ve served me faithfully through trials, but more await you. There will be Giants in the land that you see, that you must destroy, their strongholds must be decimated. Everywhere you go, leave a living and breathing monument of Love. Perfect Love that came down from Me into the world you live in, to save you and perfect you into our image.
A battle of your life is coming. You will make it through for I am always with you.
In the meantime, I will send my messengers to prepare you for seven days and seven nights. On the eighth day, you will descend and make your move into the land. Surely, I will give this land to you.”
He became quiet, and I stood upon the top of the Mountain, looking down. I saw vast territories and many strongholds of huge boulders and rocks. My heart was heavy and light at the same time. I was excited to be moving forward in this journey, to be given this responsibility, but at the same time, fear of the unknown was creeping in.
I prayed, sharing my worries, heaviness and excitement with the One who made me and knew me. I prayed until I felt peace descend upon me like a warm, honey blanket. After some time had passed, I felt strong enough to go back and rejoin my group.
On the first day we rested, danced, sang and shared our testimonies. What the Lord had done in our lives was magnified in our very own eyes as we continued to share. We recited our favorite moments and victories, laughed a little at our inadequacies of the past, acknowledging how far we’ve come since then.
It felt amazing just to rest, not having to look over our shoulders constantly, as it was very obvious to us all that we were surrounded by a hedge of Angelic protection. We slept in a warm and cozy cave that night, and the following nights as well.
The second day we were strong enough to do a bit of competing against each other, all in good fun, testing our strength and the ability to memorize and recite appropriate scriptures according to the specific occasions we often encountered on our journey. We polished our swords and the rest of our weaponry.
Provision was there to meet us upon our rising and then at night. No one went hungry or thirsty.
On the third day, the Warrior Angels came into our camp, beginning our training. They taught us combat skills such as the mastery of the sword, archery, sprinting, climbing, and all sorts of techniques of the defense and attack, focusing mostly on the attack.
On the fourth day, we repeated day three, but with an added intensity on swiftness and strength.
On the fifth day, we were separated into groups, given group instructions to carry out specific maneuvers and assignments. A signature move was also assigned to every individual. The ones delegated to be on the frontlines were trained until the point of utter exhaustion, while the followers encouraged them from the sidelines. They, then, rested under the canopy of the trees while everyone else brought them food and drink, allowing them to regain their strength, while the remaining brothers and sisters finalized the chores of the day.
On the sixth day, we were presented with a strategy of attack, organized and fitted out with provisions that would last us until we were able to gain ground in the land surrounding the Mountain of Influence. The ones on the frontlines carried less than the ones following them. They had to be swift and strong, powerful and energetic. They couldn’t be held up by any unnecessary weight.
On the seventh day, we rested, worshipped and prepared ourselves for battle. We washed our clothes, bathed, ate and drank well. The Angelic beings gifted each one of us with the full armor of God according to the scriptures: belt of truth buckled around our waists, the breastplate of righteousness in place, our feet fitted out with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace, having taken up our shields of faith with which we could extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one, the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God (Ephesians 6:13-17).
We went to bed early that night, eager for battle. We were prepared; thus, we were no longer afraid. I was surefooted and strong, a leader who was about to pass a phenomenal test.
Come back next week to find out what happens next!
May you stay Hopeful, always!
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