The thing that was precious to me? The lessons I had learned in
those previous months. The spiritual growth I had experienced in
ministry, away from home, making my walk my own. That was what was most
precious to me then. Tim immediately came at me with his sword and his
words. I was under attack he said. He went on to explain how Satan
and the world attack what is precious to us. They aren't stupid and try
to take away the things we don't care about. They strike where it
hurts, and we need to protect that.
Turns out I was
fighting some lies I was hearing from people who were trying to
disqualify the things I had learned. People trying to turn my authentic
maturity into a sort of "high" that wouldn't last. I was told, things
would go back to the way they were, nothing had changed, I hadn't
changed. That was a lie and it was causing me to doubt.
Before
I knew it, the fight on the wall was over. I hadn't really been paying
much attention to my fett, they were just moving naturally to
compensate for the narrow area. My balance was fine and I didn't once
look down.
Then for fun we had a tournament. Every
person fighting one another and eliminating those with lesser points til only the two with the highest points were left to duke it out. I
was in the top two along with a boy named Danny. He was a very clever
swordfighter, always looking for weakness in his opponent, and going
straight for it. So basically, the longer you fight with him, less
likely your victory becomes. But I had more technical skill, and
specialize in surprise/risk attacks. We spent most of the time just
circling, staring. I think we both scared each other. It
ended up a tie. And the prize? You got to be prayed over by everyone
else individually. I couldn't ask for a better prize.
THE END
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