You won’t make it home alive.
It was a slick gray morning.
Flaky shavings of ice fell from the sky onto the already wet concrete.
The windshield wipers sponged moisture away from the center of the window.
But I didn’t think it helped much.
All I could see was water pouring everywhere.
My aunt drove carefully through the bad weather.
But each swerve made my stomach cave.
You’re going to get hit.
That truck is going to drive right into the car.
I closed my eyes and prayed.
We eventually got to our destination.
And I arrived home…safe.
This had become a daily dance.
In the morning, satan would whisper a lethal sentence.
I’d become fearful and tiptoe throughout the day.
At the day’s end, I’d breathe a sigh of relief, thank God, and fall asleep.
Only to wake up to a brand new sentence in the morning.
A dictated doom.
But God doesn’t doom.
God is never absent.
And most importantly, God does not, can not lie.
satan is adept at masking untruths.
Making them feel genuine.
Having them masquerade as destiny.
So since such thoughts of terror and fear always fall short of fulfillment because, due to their origin, they can never be fulfilled, why believe it?
Why be shaken?
Bullet number 1 was The Sentence.
Weapon number 1 is the Truth.
“So God has given both His promise and His oath. These two things are unchangeable because it is impossible for God to lie. Therefore, we who have fled to Him for refuge can have great confidence as we hold to the hope that lies before us.”