Dare to dream of defense

      Dare to dream wherever I am. Standing tall is the
tree rooted deep. Dare me to continue building up the
strength to fight off the battles within.

      Oh dear Father, Jehovah hear my cries. Do I fall silent
or do I scream loud? Does the wind stop long enough to
take notice of my voice?

      Careful I am to say a word. Tiptoe I do across the
solid plains. Holding onto a line that is tattered yet strong.
Peaceful all seems to be in the midst of a brewing
storm. Brace yourselves for the fight is just about to
take lead.

      Shh. Absorb the notations and release the fires. Do you
see how quietly I stand hoping for a calming explosion
to take control? Oh how I know Jehovah is here with me,
the armor built stronger with every guiding step.

       I know where I stand. Are you here with me? Standing
ready for the approach of whatever Satan is going to
pursue to harm? Oh I am here, dreaming, hoping that
you stayed nearby if not beside me.

        Here I am in a whirlwind of a dream. Silently waiting.
Patiently hoping. Gently loving. Daring to take hold of
the dream, the reality of all possibilities and opportunities.

        So yes, dare to dream. Dare to be the one standing
with me in the battles against Satan. Yes be one of my
siblings daring to side with Jehovah as I am.

        Just as the tree firmly rooted in water Jehovah makes
us strong. Jehovah makes us a united family. So my dear
friend grab hold of my hand and stand with me to defend
Jehovah's name!