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Fight for it.

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Published: Jul 25, 2009

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_{I walk along a silent street so still and deserted, as if I am isolated from this world.
I stick my hands in my pockets and begin to whistle with my steps slow and graceful.
The dark sky above glistens with beautiful stars, held in the hands of God Almighty.
His peaceful love washes over me in waves of Glory.
And with each step I fall even more madly in love with Him.
As the thoughts of my Maker blossom to life, swift movement catches my gaze.

I draw ever so near to the dark form ahead of me, and strangely enough I do not fear it.
"Hello?"  I hear my voice call out the greeting, its depth embodied with warmth.
The woman turns to face me, staring, her eyes wide with fear and shock.
Her clothing hardly stretches along her body, exposing most of her bare flesh.
Her dark skin pretty and well kept, her shoulder length black hair blows in the gentle breeze.
Through human eyes she would be considered very beautiful, tempting to the touch.
But in those deep brown pools that clearly many men get lost in,
there was a black hole of emptiness trapped within, so hollow and barren.
And that is what stops me in my tracks.

As she continues to stare at me in shock a smile begins to rise upon my lips, for I know that she is my propose of being here.
"Why are you out here all alone?" I inquire. A speeding random car veers by, giving me a moment of illumination to see what the woman clings to in her hand.
The hard metal edges press against the flesh of her palm. A gun, silver, and glistening in the brief headlights.

Her gaze drifts down to the weapon in her hand as she sees me notice it, her thumb easing, smoothing the rim with skilled slowness.
"I'm here to end this suffering, here to make the pain and guilt go away..."

And as her words fill the night air an ominous new form begins to appear, powerful and cunning.
Dark and ugly, its face twisted with evil amusement. The horns on its head sharp, and his black eyes lifeless with hate.
His clawed hands wrap around the woman's arm, making her tighten the grip on the gun.
The devil's heartless smile rises as he breathes devious thoughts into her mind, encouraging her to end it all.
"I'm worthless, I have done rotten things. I'm trash. No one wants me. I'm used and broken..."

The words sting my heart like a thousand daggers, causing it to flood with compassion.
My gaze moves from the devil to the face of the woman. I step closer to gently touch her hand with my own.
"Those are lies," my tone is firm, strong, dignified with sincerity.
"You are loved, loved by the Creator of Heaven and Earth. Loved by a Holy God who wants you to turn to Him.  He sent His Son, Jesus Christ, to die for that pain you are experiencing right now.  He has taken it all away; the guilt, the sin, the sorrow, it is all gone!
You just have to lift it up to Him, cast it to Him and let go of it all."
As she lifts her chin I see the look in her eyes, a look of confusion which is blinded by the desire to hope.

Deceitful, violent curses hiss out of the forked tongue which was concealed in the churning darkness behind her.
Shaking her arm and making her tighten her grip on the weapon. "Shoot! Pull the trigger now! You don't deserve forgiveness! You are trash!"
He spits in her ear, anger raging in his tone, flaring in the blaze of hatred in his wicked eyes.
His claws raked across her flesh, blood instantly pours from her wrist. "Do it!"

My eyes narrow on the devil for a mere moment before looking to the woman's face.
"Jesus is calling you, wanting you to reach out to Him. He knows what you have been through, and He forgives every sin you have committed. Not just the little ones but the big ones too. He forgives them all."

My hand slides down to the steel she grasps so firmly.
"Do not end your life this way, do not die with regret and guilt when you could live free of it all, by just accepting Him right here and now.  Toss the past away, let Him lock that door behind you."
Her body begins shaking so violently that she sways slightly. The weight of the gun now an anvil in her hands, weighing her down, urging her to pull the trigger.
Tears spill down her cheeks. "I don't want to die.…" she wails like a frightened child in the dead of night.
"You don't have to die, not here and not now.  Give me the gun and let me lead you to a wonderful Savior."

A lifetime rockets by as I watch the battle between the girl and the demonic being, an image that reminds me of a fight between a lioness and a tiger.
"I won't do it!" she finally shouts at the voices coming from the dark form as she releases the weapon,
And I watch as it falls away like the shame of her sins.
"I want to know your Savior!" she cries, her voice crackling, yet it is filled with determination.
"NOO! YOU ARE TRASH! YOU DON'T DESERVE IT!" the devil shouts again at her, his fury can not be matched as he tries desperately to reclaim the soul he is losing grip of.

My gaze meets his for what seems like an eternity before I turn my eyes to the woman again.
"Repeat after me. Jesus, I ask You into my heart, I thank You for taking my past away, for forgiving me of my sins and making me new with You as my Savior.  I welcome You in, take over and lead me to the Father. I need a new start, a new start with You as my Christ. Amen!"
Word for word she repeats after me, her eyes showering with new tears. reflecting the hope and joy that now resides within her.
And as she says 'Amen' I drop the gun and step forward.
Wrapping my arms around her in a sisterly embrace, I whisper in her ear. "You aren't trash, you are a Princess of the Most High King."

Only then do I feel the wetness on my own cheeks,
my smile grows when I see the change fully take place.
The Light of Jesus' takes over the look in her beautiful eyes.
"I'm a princess of the Most High King!" she shouts joyfully.
Giggles fill the night air around us. "Thank you! Thank you for walking these streets with no fear!"
She hugs me this time, holds on tight for a moment before she turns and walked away, singing praises to God and thanking Him for her new life.

And I watch her disappear; until my tears slowly begin to stop. Turning I smirk at the sight of the devil as he stares angrily at me.
"Jesus is the Victor, you know that. You may claim a few souls but you lose all the time! You lose in the end. Jesus reigns supreme, and no matter how hard you try, He will always win."
I bend down to pick up the gun. "You wont be needing this anymore." Turning I toss the gun into the emptiness, and the blackness consumes its metal.
With that I walk on, my whistles becoming a song of praise to my God.
My God, the One and Only, Who saves.
My God, who loves unconditionally, forever and ever.
My God who is calling out for you.

| Written by me, Jamie Gandy: |
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_{This story/prose started out because of this book I was reading at the time, about abused women and such...
I felt like I needed to type something on the subject. But like always, it took a different turn then I was expecting. I had another kind of plot for it, but hey God wanted me to type it this way, so here it is.

Enjoy.

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