I have a bookshelf covering one entire wall in my apartment, it is ten feet wide and reaches to the ceiling. Week by week it fills with books and interspersed among those books are nicknacks and mementos. Each item has a story and one in particular comes to mind.
Right smack-dab in the middle of my bookshelf, holding up some of my favorite books, stands a knight. My dad got it for me at a garage sale for a dollar, but whenever I look at it, it reminds me of a story that I wrote in my book:
…one night as I was on the upswing of another one of these prayer battles, the Lord intervened. God gave me a vision. In a moment I saw this still image of myself running full speed across a field wearing only my pajamas. In my hand was a stick or a pole. I asked, “God, what is this?” He replied, “Just wait.”
The image began to zoom out and I could see great hoards of orc-like demonic armies all around me. It was more than a little disconcerting because there I was in my pajamas running full speed at this demonic army.
“God, what is this? I’m unarmed!” I cried.
Again I heard the words, “just wait.” Continue reading