The Writing's on the Wall for all Mankind to See

Reconstruction

I remember the time I lost my way and fell victim to captivity.  Curled up in a fetal position, I lifted my hands and asked God for help.   I asked him to help rebuild my life after I lost my dreams in the dry places of a desolate situation.  Dust collected on my inspirational palette, and my only memories were of failure.  I was slowly moving in a tunnel that constricted my passion into a box of disappointment. Open the latch? A familiar voice carried a message of hope and prosperity.  The voice of God instantly restored and replenished my soul.  Now the pen glides on the paper, and the words become more vivid.  My plan is to take back everything that the enemy has stolen. The plan is to renew my mind daily with God’s word.  The Holy Bible is my tool to fight fear and depression.  I am more than a conqueror girded with my loins about me. Deliverance is here! Deliverance is here!

Psalm 32:7: “Thou art my hiding place; thou shalt preserve me from trouble; thou shalt compass me about with songs of deliverance.”

Car Trouble

 Driving down a bleak road, my vehicle comes to an abrupt stop.  I turn the key in the ignition and press my foot on the brake, but the car will not start.   I am traveling from Southern Virginia to Maryland and just filled the gas tank about an hour ago.  Surely my car has not run out of gas. I step out of the vehicle and proceed to lift the hood.  I am looking for signs of overheating but everything appears to be intact. I check the tires for tread separation, but everything looks fine. 

I can call my mechanic and ask him if anything seems unusual, but the battery in my cell phone is dead.  I left the charger on the table at home prior to my trip.  What do I do now?  This road looks abandoned, but if I wait it out, someone will come by.  One hour later.  That’s strange—no travelers.  Maybe if I walk up the road about two miles, I can find someone to help me. 

Before leaving, I try to start the car, but the keys suddenly fall to the floor.  I bend forward to retrieve them, when my ears start ringing and my nose starts to bleed.   As I lift my head, the blood stains my shirt, and the ringing gets louder.  Did I hit something? 

I stumble out of the car with severe chest pains.  I notice cuts on my arms and legs.  I don’t recall ever starting the car.  I drag myself to the rear of the vehicle and notice that the car has moved from its original position.  Someone has just hit me.  I nervously look around but can’t find anyone.  My left taillight is broken, and the bumper is damaged.   “Hello!”  I call out.