She had changed a whole lot of the dynamics of my being. Before we would meet though, the sedentariness from weight gain had set in causing increasing health problems. My morale had slivered it’s way across my soul, leaving residues of slimy bittertudes. The sight of it was so disgustingly sickening that my outlook on life had become dim, dim, dimmer. And my mental health was not in fine fettle.
Yea though I walked through the valley of the shadow of death, I would in intermits stop to stroke, by reason of Satan’s temptations, unbelief and doubt. This by far wasn’t from the faith of Zion’s festivals. Conversely, my trust in God had waned. “Where are thou O God,” the angst of my pious soul cry out?
For days I walked seemingly endless through the valley of the shadow of death with no green pastures in sight. And then my pilgrim feet transitioned to another valley. It was the valley of Baca or weeping. Baca is a difficult or troubled place, one that welcomed my weakness of the Lord’s grace. And it was every tear drop from my eyes so swollen that graced the dry and thirsty land where there was no water. A land of no refreshment and declensions of Zion.
My tongue clung to the roof of my mouth rendering prayerlessness, the antonym of a salve for the sores and afflictions of the soul. Oftentimes visitors in our life, solemn expressions become drought, belying the ebullience of our faith. From the bowels of my inner man desperate of restoration, sparks of hope reached up acclaiming greater is He, [the Holy Spirit] that’s in me, than he [myself or the devil] that’s in the world.
“Cry out from your heart to the Lord, wall of fair Zion! Let your tears run down like a river day and night. Allow yourself no rest, and don’t stop crying.” Lamentations 2:18
Those days of hope deferred seemed like eternity and were indications that my soul had embraced the calls of lamentation. Interactions with my best friend, the man that I love dearly even became dormant, silent, and occasionally evasive. I felt so alone. I needed to feel the strong presence of God.
I heard nothing but the whispers of death in my ready ear. “Move on over,” Sheol spoke. “My rendezvous to sup with you just as I did with the Prophet Elijah under the Juniper tree is at your service,” the devil ridiculed [Read: 1Kings 19:4-21].
On the battlefield of trials, troubles and temptations, choosing between either the worldly way, self dependence or being totally dependent upon our Creator God to get through them, or not, are many times marked by effeteness. However, Jesus did say, “in this world you will have trouble.” But the victory comes in how the believer manages his or her troubles. Oh yes, and God’s grace is sufficient.
Even so, Christ’s eternal promise had, in the midst of my vale of tears prevailed. As I sat under the Juniper tree, the Lord sent to me a raven, my Blessing. He then replied with this reassuring promise:
“I will open rivers on the bare heights, and fountains in the midst of the valleys; I will make the wilderness a pool of water, and the dry land springs of water.” Isaiah 41:18
God’s calculated plan to humble me awakened my soul. Similar to David the Psalmist, my complaints and forthcoming prayers turned into praises [Psalm 57:8]. Quite so, the Holy Spirit had reminded me that every knee shall bow, and every tongue shall confess. Next, I prayed short, but simple prayers. To the natural mind, some may think that brevity of prayers are powerless, meaningless or insignificant. But to God, that’s further from the truth. Praying without ceasing is not, by any means, based on a quantitative reward system in the Kingdom of God. Rather, it makes every bit of a difference no matter how long or short.
Besides, large bowls of them were already stored up in heaven, waiting to be released into the earth’s atmosphere. This is the only way that my Redeemer could perform on my behalf His accomplished will for my life. His word, via prayer would not return unto Him void. Moreover, He knows my end from the beginning. My ears once again would worship the sounding words of the Lord, gleefully breathed out of me; it is written.
My prayer: Lord, I’m so weak. Send to me help. I’m inadequate and can’t make the rest of this earthly journey without You. I need You Father God, please help me. Send a blessing in Jesus name, Amen.
Father God had provided to me the comfort that supplied my desires, and wants; my Blessing. Weeks later, the encounter with my dynamical Blessing had descended, coming into fruition. It was a heavenly descent that I will always be grateful to God for.
We would eventually meet, twice in a local shop. During the first visit, my emotional connection towards my Blessing would be abeyant for a few reasons, but only until the next arrangement. The second visit turned out to be more promising, more successful. The mental bittertudes coupled with streaks of menopause was extinguished as it sifted out of the right hand of the Almighty God. Jesus had called the Lazarus of energy and newness of life out of the grave. I knew that this dynamical blessing was my raven. She was God’s signpost to me. A lost passion had been reignited.
Being overjoyed was an understatement. My Blessing was petite in size. She had black and tan hair with silver roots. Her smile and personality had become increasingly addictive. She loved me unconditionally.
Eventually, she taught me how to persistently persevere. Joyfully I became her owner, mawmie and friend. Most places where I would go, she went. It’s been almost three months now and my health has improved because of her. And to date, my mobility has increased. I can do things that I had trouble accomplishing before.
Blessing is my dynamical toy bred Yorkshire Terrier or Yorkie. She’s 5 months young, a little over 4 pounds, fun to play with, witty, and intelligent. Through sincere fervent prayer, I asked Father God to help me, and He responded by sending me a blessing through Blessing. My puppy symbolically is my raven and I love her very much. The last creative words in this epilogue that the Omnipresent Lord had left for me were these:
“Just ask the animals, and they will teach you. Ask the birds of the sky, and they will tell you.” Job 12:7
So I asked Blessing, and…
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