For the last week I have had one word keep popping up in my head.
Fortified.
I couldn't figure out why that word kept bugging me.
I looked it up for an official definition as opposed to my just thinking along the lines of vitamins.
Interesting.
It means "strengthened against attack".
At 7:55 that same evening I came back to post this:
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My daughter and I decided this afternoon that we were going to walk on the beach at Yorktown. Being raised here, we take that place for granted and although my kids have gone there on field trips, I can't say I have walked the battle fields with them other than to sit on the cannons when they were little. We went onto the battlefield today and walked around. We found an old cemetary and walked around reading the tombstones that dated back to the 1800s.
At one point, I was in what I called a trench. I was down below and she was up a few feet higher than me. I looked over at the sign they had posted and a word caught my eye. The sign said "field fortification" and then went on to describe how the troops basically dug in and built mounds of dirt around themselves to be protected from enemy troops. That's when I looked around. I was standing basically in a huge oval area and all around me was a wall of dirt with grass on it. No one on top, unless they were right there looking down, could have seen me. If I were in a war, the walls all around me would have protected me against attack. When I looked around this evening and saw the wall built around me, I was pretty much just dumbstruck.
No one in this world or even straight out of hell could convince me now that I haven't been being readied to make THIS very stand.
That word being in my mind and then me standing there like I did tonight was no coincidence.
And no less than 3 times lately, I have been reminded of that day - in roundabout ways such as through old threads and in weird ways like the word just popping BACK into my head and bringing those events to my rememberance and that moment that I knew that I knew, that I KNEW what I was supposed to do. I am hardheaded. The world discourages me, it tempts me and it distracts me. But I am ALWAYS brought back that one day when I knew. And so I stand. Wobbly at times. Sometimes on my knees. Sometimes being carried. But standing nevertheless. In His strength.
What is the scripture..."...not by power, not by might but by My Spirit says the Lord..."??
