| Author: | HM Weimar | ISBN: | 9781476358703 |
| Publisher: | HM Weimar | Publication: | July 2, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition | Language: | English |
| Author: | HM Weimar |
| ISBN: | 9781476358703 |
| Publisher: | HM Weimar |
| Publication: | July 2, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition |
| Language: | English |
From the beginning of time there has been a constant struggle over who has control of mankind. The devil and his legions walking the planet, touching lives, causing conflict with lies and deception; God always sending angels to warn us, to urge us to safety, giving us the tools of truth to fight against the conflict and come out on the other side victorious against evil. I am Laney. I was entrusted with one of God's tools. Sometimes I feel like I am standing still while the whole worlds spins around me. Me, alone holding it all in, making sure that all the pieces stay together and don't fly helplessly out into space. I've been told before that I am weak, small, tiny, they don't realize the amount strength it takes to live my life. They can't see the cracks and creases, actual holes in my heart, from enduring the constant pressure of my sacrifice. I walk with many but inside I face my past, my present and my future alone with the fear that I will let him down. That I won't be able to do what it is I'm suppose to do. Keeping silent the pain that tears at me and the reasons why and how God prepared me to carry The Sword of Christ.
From the beginning of time there has been a constant struggle over who has control of mankind. The devil and his legions walking the planet, touching lives, causing conflict with lies and deception; God always sending angels to warn us, to urge us to safety, giving us the tools of truth to fight against the conflict and come out on the other side victorious against evil. I am Laney. I was entrusted with one of God's tools. Sometimes I feel like I am standing still while the whole worlds spins around me. Me, alone holding it all in, making sure that all the pieces stay together and don't fly helplessly out into space. I've been told before that I am weak, small, tiny, they don't realize the amount strength it takes to live my life. They can't see the cracks and creases, actual holes in my heart, from enduring the constant pressure of my sacrifice. I walk with many but inside I face my past, my present and my future alone with the fear that I will let him down. That I won't be able to do what it is I'm suppose to do. Keeping silent the pain that tears at me and the reasons why and how God prepared me to carry The Sword of Christ.
