There are times when you put down the sword and shield in gratefulness of realized prayer and peaceful moments. Moments seen too precious to gloss over or run bye. Quiet times before the throne, times where children may breathe the giggled hope of humanity’s protection. We are in the breach, that quietude, the separation from calamity, sadness and driven fear. To rise up and express kindness to all people in freedom and hope of better tomorrow.

Yet, in our solemness we take a long breath of preparation for the remaining trial of man’s endurance. In this calm all things equal we observe our commitment to ceterus parabus and worldly protections or in the Will of God, Almighty. Having been healed enough through the answer to our endearing prayers we may now permanently invest all our breath, force and honor to returning this nation and the world to the rightful and righteous order that alone now allows this moment of peace

How then will you try harder? Especially knowing that all your ardor and contention produced limited if any result? What miracles are born in your heart and power? What lives saved in your worrisome endeavor? What problems solved by your eloquent repose? Is this moment our greatest opportunity to realize and awaken to the fact that we could do nothing but wait upon God? Isn’t it wisdom to return to the source of all blessing and acknowledge His sovereign Grace and Good Will for a mankind that seems perpetual embroiled in struggle?

My Sword and Shield are always at ready. Not because of training, prowess and overwhelming capacity to wage war upon fellow humans. Rather that my protections reside in the Seal of God’s Holy Spirit and His Dominion and dwelling with my heart as His domicile in this dimension. I realize that Jesus defeated all God’s enemies on the cross and that the mere mention of His Word, His Holy Name and His image evident upon me strikes fear and delivers power to those enemies, forced to flee before my courageous stand in Christ.