Every trial, every heartbreak and each and every tear I have shed has made me the strong person I am today. Great Awakening or not, everything in my life makes so much sense-an absolute victory. It is my prayer that each and every one of you will turn to Christ. There you will find all truth, peace and power over the enemy.
My best friend Jason came out to the farmette for dinner last night. Due to circumstances beyond our control, we hadn’t seen each other in over a year. Jason is a Pranswer (answered prayer) and the moment I met him I knew we were fated to suffer the journey together. From the Jeep Wrangler to the gift of prose, we had everything in common. He is an Empath, an Intuit, a Sensitive. He wants nothing less than to change the world, or at least be a part of the momentum.
As he walked into my kitchen, nothing seemed amiss. As a matter of fact, he looked amazing. It wasn’t until we sat down to talk that I saw the darkness, a black pool of nothingness-his pupils.
“Melania Trump is a fucking whore,” he blurted.
My husband looked at me, then at him, then quickly back to me. And then it happened, he did the unthinkable-
“What good, what good did that tacky glutton do for this country?”
His eyes were full of spite, for lack of a better term.
I thought my husband was going to leave the room. His head was on a swivel, the smile wiped off of his mug. He wasn’t necessarily upset with Jason. He knew his wife and he knew her Irish temper but most of all he knew I adore my president.
It occurred to me that Jason had been out in the big bad world for a mite too long. His jaded, saddened heart was proof in the pudding.
There was no argument. We sat down in the kitchen and I asked him, what do you want to know? Presuming he wanted to ask anything, I sensed he was coming up for air.
We talked well in to the evening, confessing our brushes with the still sleeping masses, how alone we both felt, how we couldn’t talk to our spouses about the coming avalanche of red pills headed our way.
“If God is going to eviscerate evil from this earth, I must be a cog in the machine. I have always known I would be a warrior for good in my lifetime.”
As I walked him to the door, we both broke into fits of laughter I haven’t experienced in a Coon’s age. We cackled until there was no breath left in either of us, then stopped to say goodbye. I looked deeply into his big blue eyes-and relished the moment the light returned.
“…It’s hard to live in the darkness, to have faith that light exists and is coming. But Your Word says we can bear fruit even when the world is dark because our light is the Lamb of Jesus, the Word Incarnate, who shines on us, in us, and through us. We pray for a flourishing visible to those around us that has no explanation apart from Your power in us. Not a flourishing of wealth and power, though; gold does not shine in the darkness. But Your love does. Give us your love to light this dark world. Amen.
– Prayers and Promises for a Hurting World