Psalm 64:1-5

HEAR, O GOD, MY VOICE IN MY LAMENT;
FROM THE DREAD ENEMY PRESERVE MY LIFE.
SHELTER ME AGAINST THE COUNCIL OF MALEFACTORS,
AGAINST THE TUMULT OF EVILDOERS,
WHO SHARPEN THEIR TONGUES LIKE SWORDS,
WHO AIM LIKE ARROWS THEIR POISONOUS WORDS,
SHOOTING FROM AMBUSH AT THE INNOCENT MAN,
SUDDENTLY SHOOTING AT HIM WITHOUT FEAR.
Psalm 64:1-5

I have been ambushed. It was such a fast thing. I do remember hearing my Lord calling out, but I was too distracted. I was happy with the fact that we had won a huge victory. The joy of overcoming... I started to celebrate in the wrong time. In the beauty of the day I forgot that I was outside the castle. It was no time to grow slack, to relax.
I was riding my horse, but my senses were relaxed. I was plain distracted by the beauty of the flight of my enemy.
Now, I am bleeding. I have lost my shield and my horse, and my Lord is no where in sight. Everything has become blurry and the darkest clouds sorrounds me.
We have left the flat lands, we are now at the bottom of the mountain abided by the dragons that I was aimed to face.
During the ambush I managed to escape by rolling down the ravine. Despite the fact that I managed to escape I have been wounded. I pulled the arrow out, it is my left shoulder again. I shake my head, and quicky tend to the wound. There was a brook with healing waters near me so I washed the wound as well as I could and bandaged it. Afterwards I had to drag myself back up. I am now on the path again. As soon as I got to the path I drew out my sword in case the thieves were still around, but I am loosing strength fast. Too dizzy to stand, I kneel and lean my head on my sword.
I am aware of the situation I am in. Eventhough it is terrible one, an even more terrifyingthought strikes me. "I am not prepared for the battle I will have to face in the future, in the time of the darkest night of human history."
I quickly brush the idea aside. I must manage to keep alive today, we shall worry about tomorrow later. Despite the fact that I had tended to the wound fast, it hadn't been fast enough. The poison is taking its toll. It has reached my mind and it is making my vision blurry. I just can't seem to get rid of them words: "you are exagerating" "God is not so harsh" "You will scare everybody away with such words, you had better speak on God's love" "you should lower the tone just a little" "save these words for the more grown up believers" "pastors will always look down on prophets, they will never hear" "they will never hear" "you exagerate" "they will never hear" "people need love, not rules" "we have had the law in the past, it is not what we need now" "they will never hear" "some people simply can't live holy lives, you must be more understanding" "they will never hear." "they will never hear""they will never hear."
The poison is making my throat swell. I begin to lack air. I simply lean on my sword. And manage to make a simple prayer:
Lord, I am sorry. I got distracted.
I heard your call but did not take it seriously.
Please, do not let me die now. Have mercy!
There are so many people waiting to be set free.

I stop because I need to concentrate on breathing. I think of the dragons... I see my weakness... I think of my children in the dungeons of the dragons' den and I find strength to pray again:
Father,
Please do something, do not let the poison reach my heart,
I must stay alive.
You have brought me this far,
please let me stay alive...for the sake of the nations,
please allow me to fight.