You will feed those who oppress me with their own flesh. And they will be drunk with their own blood as though it were sweet wine. All flesh shall know that you Lord, are my Savior, my Redeemer, the Mighty One of Israel.

This is a bungee jump for me, Lord. In my spirit, I know this truth. Their lust and their blindness will devour them. And they will still hunger and thirst as they erode. And they will you see you lift me out, and higher, and they will wail, and gnash their teeth. And through that the truth of who YOU are, will be revealed. They will be face to face with what/there their free will has done/led to them. My soul still has pockets that complain about the time or the cost. The pockets that used to disbelieve are healed. The pockets that shouted- it is not enough- have yielded. Remind me of how perfect your time is, again, Lord! Fix my gaze on what I have with you when I consider what it cost me and my family. Tame me with your kindness. Cover me with your Love. Let me be an example of how faithful you are to rescue and restore your people. Let the earth know you can heal even the brokenest of hearts. So that I might love you more fully. You are my all.