Damsel in distress?

I have this feeling of a sword hanging over me, suspended from the ceiling by a flimsy cord, and any moment now it can fall. Well, the moment will be two days from now. That much is set. The question is, will it fall on me or not?

Given that rather graphic visual imagery (I think in pictures, deal with it!) I am consumed by a kind of excitement. It’s an odd kind. And one I have come to know only in the last years. It’s that excitement of being rescued. That feeling that, at the very dramatic moment, when the cord snaps and the sword starts falling towards me, Someone will swoop in and save me from its shiny, sharp and menacing blade. It’s odd because I am so completely convinced it will happen! Almost as if it's happened before.

The melodramatic visual imagery continues. This time I am thinking of a medieval princess locked up at the top most floor of the ominous high tower, waiting on her knight in shining armor to appear. As she waits and looks out into the distance, what do her eyes carry? Dismay, dread and disappointment? No, I think not! I’d like to think that even in this utmost hopeless situation, with no escape except that of the arrival of her brave and mighty knight, she is excited, delighted and certain that he will show up. 

She doesn’t stand there thinking of the evil wicked man who has trapped her. Nor does she distress over all that is lost. No! She rejoices at the knowledge of the power of the knight. She delights at the conviction of how much he loves her (he has told her time and time again!) and how precious she is to him. She waits on him. And he will come. It’s only a matter of time, but He will come.

Father God, as I wait on you to come rescue me from this oppression, I rejoice in your goodness and great love for me. I stay still in the knowledge that you will come and save me. The finest wheat you will feed me with, honey from the rock you will satisfy me with. Amen!

by Christine Alexander, SFC UAE