The Hope of Glory

Murder and Abuse
There was the scene that day, my mother's head bashed against the wall. There she stood with a very pale complexion, and bright red blood running down the right side of her angelic face. The next scene of my life, the sound of a gunshot to the chest ended my time with the man who gave me life.
Now a new scene, my mother is sick and I can feel death at hand. Everyone is celebrating her miraculous recovery, but I felt death standing around the corner - watching, waiting, hiding. Something wasn't right, and I needed to know the truth.

Captivity
Please, I need to know the truth. Chains on every side, and I'm in a pit of Hell. There's a serpent coiling himself around my life. I can't break free, and I am surrounded by trapped souls and legions of demons that seemed to be too strong for me. The fights, the traps, the rage, the lies were all taking a toll and I felt like I was dying. Screaming, "Lord, help me! Show me, Lord, who I am through your eyes," I cried out loudly. "Please be the Lord of my life." It was at that moment that I entered into his glorious presence.

Spiritual Warfare

Surprisingly, my spirit eyes were gently opened. I observed the scene in another realm, much like that of the burning bush when God came to meet Moses and spoke to him. The flames of fire that woke me as my car burned was much more than just the mere reflection of a conflagration. It was the voice of the Almighty God. He said, "You are mine and I love you. You shall live and not die."
For breakthrough was at hand, it was evident that the press was working. I searched deep within the inner-most me to release a long awaited breakthrough that followed me for so many years. Oh, but how the breakthrough didn't come without a battle. I shall live and not die.

Victory

The Spirit has a rememberance of your future that the human mind can't comprehend. Remembering that the times were evil, I took a "Now" Word from the Lord for my present; believing that it was the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things unseen. Then, redeeming the times with a revelation from God concerning my future, resisting death at every turn, and shutting the door to my access Satan thought he had my generations; I claimed victory over generational cycles of abuse when I drew my sling back and hit my Goliath in the center of his head causing them to fall and never rise again.