I am walking in the valley of the demon-possessed
to have stayed with Jesus in the tabernacle with Elijah and Moses
the strangulation, the stale air
perfumed scent of the alabaster flask broken gone
back to the child throwing himself in the open fire
and the powerless conviction
the enemy points his dagger fingers at me
morning the spiritual boils flare up
yesterday the wine I drank with the Lord
today, the floggings
the stones that puncture my faith
“Lord, I thought you said you would never leave me!”
today the test being refined in fire 7x
we walked on water the other day
today I slip through the liquid cement
“Help me with my unbelief!”
legion trails me
in the coldness of the tombs
with the man from the Gadarenes
together we wait for the Lord
“What shall we say to these things if God is for us, who shall be against us?
He who did not spare His own Son but delivered Him up for us all, how shall He not with Him also freely give us all things?”
Sometimes the fire becomes extinguished, and I don’t sense the Lord’s presence. It is worse when He was near, and then not feeling His presence.
I know this is what The Lord meant by walking by faith.