A land promised
The Promised land. For a while, I thought that was an actual place where you could go if you had his grace. As the wilderness was this dry, hot, deserted place, where people walked with challenges upon challenges that they faced. The demonic giants came in a large, morphed shape, similar to real people who stood overlooking the golden gates. These places and things are just representations of the faith we have for our king. The promised land isn’t a physical place, it's the act of having faith. The wilderness is a depiction of dark days, for the past and future that we had and will face. These giants that stood past the tall, guarded gates were actually just evil spirits trying to take the faith away. Because the closer we get to becoming more like him, the more spirits start closing in. So, as you go through your day, and you get a thought that doesn’t feel like yours in a way, take a godly inventory for evil spirits are at play. It’s best to tell them you don’t believe their lies. So please detach your claws from my life. It’s not yours to play in. I will not snuff out my own light in the name of your bidding. I have a righteous and Devine king. Your darkness of deceitful lies will not now or ever be mine.
Copyright © Sierra Mazzucca | Year Posted 2025
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