you are my glory, the one who holds my head high.” – Psalm 3:3 (NLT)
I played and heard each message I recorded over and over again. The voice that seemed so sweet from each message was not the same in person. Her advices that seemed full of hope were in reality void and deceptive. I never believed her and the others in the first place the moment my battle with them began.
They thought by outnumbering me, I would be easily defeated. The case kept being dragged on from making it appear that they were doing something for me but in reality, they were not allowing to have any options.
They were puzzled every time we met in a well-choreographed conference. They thought I was alone that they could say what they wanted to say to intimidate me, scare me, and to harass me. They were frustrated not to know what my actions would be for I never spoke but only at the proper time. I was never alone. He was with me. I was not hurting anymore with all their wrongful accusations and lies being hurled at me. With every hurt they caused me and every wound in my heart they created, He healed me immediately. With every tear I secretly shed, He was there to wipe every bead and comforted me. With their deception, He proved how faithful He’s always been. With their intention to kill my career as if it was on their hands, they didn’t know it was Him Who placed me in the prison in the first place after I got hurt working in a hospital.
They were confident that because they had done it many times against many workers who didn’t choose to fight back, that they would do the same act against me without any trace. But Someone had been watching this shameful act from the beginning! He provided me with His weapons right away. And now, because of His strength I had been more than willing to fight back. I was never afraid knowing I have the Best Back Up. But at the same time, He warned me not to rejoice in my already known victory! He wanted me to show compassion on them the way He did for humanity. He wanted me to throw love for every evil deed that was done. He wanted me to forgive no matter how hard…because He forgave me.
I heard the last message. I sighed…The very same words hurled at me would be thrown back to them at His perfect time. I was ready when they started their plans to paralyze and kill me. My question was: “Would they be ready when I play these same messages at the right time?” Do they have anyone or anything to defend their accusations? I don’t desire only to win my case. I know I’m already a winner because of Him. But I desire to throw the sWORD and pierced their calloused hearts.
In our lives, it is not the wounds or the storms of life that can hurt or kill us. It is the way we react and respond to them. We must not be afraid if you know that you have fully trusted and believe in Jesus. He is our protector. He is my Shield. He is Our Shield.