She slumped to the ground and leaned heavily against the giant rock at her back.
She filled her lungs, exhaling slowly as she fought to overcome the adrenaline rush that sped the blood through her veins.
It had been a rough battle. When she had first seen the evil horde, led by the merciless stomping steeds......her heart had almost stopped. But as she pulled her sword and glanced to her sides she a deep assurance of victory filled her heart as she saw all the soldiers in polished armor standing with her.
With a light heart she waited for the battle cry.... not wanting to step out on her own. As she planted her feet she had felt the weight of a hand on her arm. She looked over and saw the glint in her husbands eyes as he shared his love and assurance with a glance.
At just that moment the yell had gone up and with eyes locked they had nodded and turned to the battle side by side.
It was fierce and her screaming muscles agreed that it seemed the battle would go on forever. As far as the eye could see the battle raged. Couples stood back to back as over and over they raised their swords to stave off the putrid mass that sought to separate them.
As she fought she stumbled often on warriors that had gone down in battle. Sometimes she observed one mate standing to defend the wounded and yet sadly, others had no one lingering near. She swung at the enemy croching over their fallen frame whenever she could.
At those times she had turned to look into the eyes of the one fighting with her...eyes locked as they confirmed their pack.....Never Alone.
Eventually the onslaught had eased as the enemy retreated to regroup.
She then felt her husbands hand grasp hers as he lead her to rest on nearby rock.
And here they sat....both longing for the cool of the mountain top...... away from the heat of the battle. But instead, their senses were invaded by the smell of fires smoldering; fires that had been started by the firey arrows of the enemy.
As her heart returned to rest she looked down to see his hand, bloodied and brusied from battle, lying on her armoured thigh. Turning her head she saw his eyes closed in rest. A smile touched her face as she thought of how she loved this warrior, this man God had given to fight by her side. She was honored to be fighting with him.
His thoughts said...
His Father said...
"But the attack on that position is persistent and violent.
There is no end to it.
His Father said, Nor ever will be. Measure the
preciousness of Spiritual Unity by the persistence of the violence of Satanic
Attack." Pg 107