“Please try and hold on. I only have six more months to go, and then I am out of here. And I can help you once I’m on the outside. You must try and hold on till then. Please let me help you.”

Distressed by the idea of refusing his empathetic request, I replied, “I don’t know if I can survive one more hour. Let alone six more months. We both know it’s no use.”

storm clouds image by 1 Tamara 2, on Pixabay

I just knew by his expression he knew me to speak the truth and even so, and with this being my regrettable reality, I quickly turned back round before his adoring eyes would change my resolve.

……Consumed by grief knowing that if I should ever look back now it would virtually be impossible for me to ever leave him behind.

I pressed down on the door handle knowing full well I was setting myself for no less than an emotional and physical upheaval.

thunderstorm forest image by Gianluca, on Pixabay

Running out into the night, the alarms instantaneously began to sound off all around me……. My tears seemingly never ended with the prospect of a lifetime of heartache before me, and once I was safely hidden from the meddlesome guards. I took a short-lived sigh of relief and kept on running with a thankful heart unto the Lord for my trusty old leather jacket to help keep out the chilly night air. I also noticed as the sights and sounds of the commotion grew fainter into the distance, I began to grow more acquainted with my surroundings. With the skies above overcast and hanging low. I thought it to be the perfect metaphor for my overall gloomy life story.

storm clouds image by Dawn Rose, on Pixabay

When I left Caleb behind. With tears of anguish, I’d seek out God’s never- failing love and found comfort in knowing I could always count on my heavenly Father to see me through yet another disastrous experience I call my life.

The Sounds of Roaring Thunder from above had shockingly awakened me up right out of a sound sleep. Looking up passed the treetops, lighting began flashing across the night sky. With it came thoughts of this wicked world as it is written in 2nd Thessalonians 2:8, And Then shall that Wicked be revealed, whom the Lord shall consume with the spirit of his mouth and shall destroy with the brightness of his coming.

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The approximate six thousand years of human history of struggle and tyranny the SOULS of Earth reached the pinnacle concepts of Freedom & Liberty declared in the Declaration of Independence.

Fast forward to the Common Era of the 21st Century a Christian damsel named Lily is living in the tumult of the Biblical “End of Days” and under siege is the heart and soul of Lily’s Christian Faith of  Freedom & Liberty as it is written in 2nd Corinthians 3:17, Now the Lord is that Spirit: and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is liberty.

The world is to be conquered and Lily is a casualty of the coming onslaught of the “Great Tribulation.” Succumb to forced labor under the watchful eye of the present rapid rise of the traitorous “Global Demonic Order.” Lily aims to escape the “Menstealers” from the possibility of a grievous transgression against her and God’s Righteous Laws of Conduct!

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On the night of Lily’s self-deliverance, she is devastated on so many levels; forced to leave her One True Love, Caleb, behind. Lily’s heart is shattered, the future seems as dark as the cloudy night sky. She is alone, cold and left not knowing who she can trust or if she can trust anyone.

All Lily can do is run and to think passed this rudimentary level is beyond her capacity. Her tears of grief are lost to the rain and Lily’s prayers seemingly vanish in the tempest wind. The beating of her heart is her lone motivation to endure. The elements raging all around and as such Lily is wearied an lifts up but a single word in prayer. HELP!

Lily finds refuge beneath a deeply-rooted grand old tree attesting to many notable decades of history, in desperation to keep warm Lily is comforted by her own embrace. Progressing into the night she looks up above the treetops. The lightening illuminates her rough surroundings below; Lily cries of faith are driven to a point of “Woe” where solely mourning only remains as it is written in Psalms 6:7, Mine eye is consumed because of grief; it waxeth old because of all mine enemies.

thunder storm image by Dawn Rose, on Pixabay

CREDITS

Holy Scriptures, King James Bible

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Jesus clouds image by Meranda D, on Pixabay

cross clouds field image by Chil Vera

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Blog Roaring Thunder original Posted Date June / 8 / 2024