Tears of exhaustion cleansed the
grime from her weary eyes.
The hard earth beneath her felt as
if bundles of clouds had been
fastened together giving tense limbs an
Gasping crisped air into
overburdened lungs sent a sear
throughout her torso lending
logic to the fact she yet lived.
Her spirit commanded,
Her aching frame bade her
No amount of will could
force her eyes open and
the thought of sweet surrender
More insistent but
still easily ignored,
“Get up, Now!”
Rhythmic breaths began
to take over allowing
her conscious awareness
slip ever closer into
the sweet void.
Slight vibrations rippled
Someone was walking
A delicate, crisp sound like
that of tiny ice molecules dancing
atop the rim of a fine crystal goblet
teased her ears and sent
shivers down her spine.
The sound, gentle as it was, brought
her to full awareness.
She wanted to rest, just
“Get up”, came the
With reserves she did not
think she possessed, she
managed to raise herself
up to one elbow.
Hand raised to brow, she opened
her eyes just a sliver to see
who was cruel enough to give
such a command to a dying woman
eager for glory.
The enormity of light
burden her tired eyes
causing her to clinch them
Warm hands gently cupped her face.
A soft, loving kiss was delivered
to each of her eyes.
“Open your eyes and…see.”
Slowly, she obeyed letting in just a bit
of light. Feeling no pain,
she opened them both and
Feet firmly planted on
the ground in front of her
stood a glorious warrior. He
shone like the son wearing
a golden breastplate, helmet, greaves,
and carrying a large blazing sword. In the
other hand, a shield engraved with God’s
Holy name, Yahweh.
Her eyes came to rest upon his two enormous wings
that lay at rest upon his
back but whose length trailed behind him. She
heard the delicate ice crystal sound every time he
“I am Michael, an Archangel
and I am in charge of God’s Angel Armies.
You need to get up and take the
next step,” he explained.
She said nothing but her
eyes communicated her
“Woman, look around you.”
Something akin to a
veil of fog lifted away
and fierce battles being
fought. The wars were raging
both near and far no matter
which direction she peered.
Thousands upon tens of thousands of
warriors, like Michael, were engaged
in terrible battle with what looked
like…demons. Yet, nothing was being
touched on the Earth. People were going about their
lives without an inkling that there was more…much
Her eyes darted to Michael in question.
“We have always been here, God sent us
to protect you all but you still have the choice
to give up or fight. We stand by your side and fight
what you cannot see. But, you have to choose to
“You must choose to keep moving
forward no matter how many
times you are knocked down.”
Her eyes pleaded with him to tell her,
“You have the Holy Spirit inside you,
God’s only Son died for you! God, our
creator loves you. He knows how hard it is
to walk through this world and he never expected you
to do it alone. The Father
continues to send help to you but
many of you reject it…reject Him. Look
at the legions around you. We fight alongside you
but we cannot make you choose to follow Christ. We
cannot make you stay on the path. We cannot make you get back
up when you have been knocked down for the 1000th time. But,
I promise you this…Get Up, and we will go back into battle
with you. You are not alone.
Woman, Get Up!”
Standing with new fire in her
eyes she smirked,
“How about we
go make the Devil nervous?”