You Can Run, But…

She sees. One look.

Will it reveal hidden treasure? Or something else… She goes in deep. You won’t even know.

Fear and Doubt blink in the Light looking in, exposing them.

Darkness, caught off guard, slinks off for cover behind Sadness and Lost Hope, but she sees right past them. Too bad,too sad Darkness, you can be seen clearly even at these depths. So can Light.

Your words trickle from mind, carefully chosen, washed and filtered, but she hears right through them.

Some have a gift.

A weapon of peace and war deployed at the shrill of the cry from an invisible battlefield where she watches a soul carried to Safety, while another is dragged to Darkness.

She’s there fighting too, slicing through the layers of facade to flay, lay open The Truth Of Soul. Standing between the weak and the evil, unafraid to strike.

She sees it. Good, bad and ugly. Boots on. Discernment complete.

She doesn’t read the room, She wears it, sifts through it, and then does what needs to be done. She can read the room that she’s not in if that is what’s required.

You won’t see Her armor if you are only meant to see her Light.

So if you see the glint of her armor, it’s too late.

You can’t hide.

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“For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age, against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places.”

‭‭Ephesians‬ ‭6‬:‭12‬ ‭NKJV‬‬

“SIT WITH GOD’S WARRIORS.

THE CONVERSATION’S DIFFERENT.”

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