“I’m here Maria. Just talk. I want to hear what you have to say.”
Maria swallowed, as the inward pressing of thought lit her up inside, “I love how you talk to me!” And that was how she started her conversation with God that went on for hours.
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Lisa laid on her side of the bed uncomfortable, but at least not overly painful in her position. She grimaced and clutched at her belly at the sudden kick to one of her organs. Now that was painful!
To get her mind off her pain she cleared her throat and asked, “What do you suppose is up with those two?”
James glanced to her from where he was undressing and asked, “Why what do you mean?”
Lisa gave him a look and James chuckled, “You mean them being in the same room and together in general?”
She nodded and he shrugged as he said, “Maybe Elon got lonely and decided he needed a sidekick to liven things up a bit.”
Lisa tried to kick him, but he was out of range.
He slipped into bed behind her and she asked, “You don’t think there……”
“A mated pair?” James finished for her.
“Yes.” Lisa affirmed.
“So what if they are. They make a rather stunning pair if you ask me.”
“James! I’m not against them being together as a couple, but they shouldn’t be doing each other in our house if there not married!”
James sighed and rose up to rest his chin over his wife’s shoulder, “First off my hormonally out of her mind wifie, I don’t think even you would seriously think that Elon would dishonor our hospitality in such a way. Secondly, I do not think Elon would ever be intimate with any woman that he was not intending on being with for life and to that end I think Maria is absolutely the best candidate for mate status for him, especially because of how they share the same stretched out existence of never aging. While, I’m sure, as you so delicately put it that they are most likely thinking of, ‘doing it’ I am just as sure that they are not at present in our house. So dear wife at the conclusion of all this I think it’s time for you to remove your two cents from the equation and be at peace for the sanctity of our home this night.”
Lisa sighed into her pillow knowing that he was right.
She felt him press a kiss to the sensitive skin behind her ear. Lovingly, but somewhat exasperated sounding Lisa replied in response to the kiss, “Honey, I’m not up to that right now.”
“Up to what?” James responded with innocently.
Lisa smirked, “Not up to what your kisses generally end up in us doing.”
“Why honey you have such an earthy tinged impression of me.” James said mockingly into her ear.
Lisa’s hands rubbed out over her stretched belly, “Trust me darling I have living proof of what an earthy stud you are!”
James chuckled, “Well how about I massage your back and then move down to your feet and ankles?”
Lisa purred into the pillow, as James’s hands had already started working on her sore back, “Now you’re talking sexy.”
James chuckled in response and continued with the rhythmic pressure of his fingers on her lower spine.
Lisa had a hard contraction and clutched at her belly for a long moment.
“Oh I want my body back!” Lisa groaned out in frustration.
“Me too.” James said with humor and yearning tingeing his tone.
“Ha ha ha funny man. Get in line.”
A few moments passed before Lisa softly said, “After you massage my feet maybe we can try something then.”
“Your sacrifice is appreciated poor suffering wifie.”
“Maybe it’ll get the babies coming sooner.”
“Now I just feel used.” James quipped.
Lisa snickered into the pillows and said, “I can’t make any promises bucko. I’m about to fall asleep.”
“Not a problem. That’s what the glass of cold water beside the bed is for.” James said unable to keep his tone serious.
“You do that and you will have one angry mama to deal with Buster!”
“I always said that you were hot and when you’re angry it’s like dynamite.”
Lisa turned her smiling face into the pillow and mumbled out, “You’re incorrigible not to mention insatiable.”
She looked back at her husband, “But I wouldn’t have you be any other way.” She said with her voice husky with desire for the love of her life.
Chapter Seven
Spiritual War Begun
The night had been long and Maria’s prayers had sort of drifted to a stop. It had been a wonderful time, but she was tired and would have nodded off to sleep if it wasn’t for the continued tension of deep prayer that Elon still manifested.
In regard to prayer Elon reminded her of her father. Her father had been a man of prayer too.
Suddenly everything in the atmosphere around them changed and Maria was instantly fully awake and looking around in search of what had caused the change.
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I watched Maria’s reaction to the dark waves of thought that pervaded the atmosphere around us. Her eyes found mine and I said, “More than a conqueror……”
“Through Jesus Christ strengthening me.” Maria said finishing my thought.
Good. She was as ready as she could be. I stood up and opened the door and walked out as she followed.
It was an eerie feeling that pervade the atmosphere like the calm before a storm. However there was an awful feeling of foreboding, as if something was about to go terribly wrong in a way far worse than any storm of nature.
I held my hand behind my back and Maria latched on to it and I squeezed her fingers reassuringly. There was nothing to like about what we were feeling. Yes I had more experience with this sort of thing, but being tried in the fire is not something that I ever liked to experience, even though it made me better in a spiritual sense.
“Get the children Maria and bring them to the master bedroom. Go quickly, as we don’t have much time.”
She let go of my hand and stepped into the first child’s room as I continued on.
I passed into the master bedroom noiselessly.
How did one go about waking a former agent of Flint’s skill safely?
I knew of no safe way.
I approached the bed and tapped the touch lamp that sat on the nearby table. A fist with a knife gleaming in its grasp came up at me and I barely caught his wrist to deflect his thrust at me. Flint’s eyes met mine and he abruptly relaxed in his attack.
My eyes left his to drift over to Lisa. She was panting heavily, as she held a 9mm trained on my head at point-blank range. Her grip on the pistol faltered slightly, as she recognized me and the gun lowered.
“What’s going on? We’re in danger aren’t we? That’s why you came isn’t it?” Lisa asked breathlessly.
There was no point in keeping anything from them now. “Darkness desires to torment and destroy what you both hold most dear in your life this night.”
Flint started to lunge up out of the bed, even as Lisa rolled to sit on her side of the bed. She was panting for breath completely panicked in the need to get to her children.
“Lisa I have them! Don’t get up!” Maria said quickly moving past the end of the bed carrying Brian and tugging the oldest girl along behind her.
Both children looked sleepy and completely puzzled as to what was going on. Maria set Brian down on the bed and Lisa pulled both of her children against her sides still breathing hard her face now creased in pain.
I dodged around the bed and knelt before her my hands going to rub on her belly, as I tried my best to calm both mother and the two frightened individuals in her womb. The two babies responded to my comforting thoughts before their mother did.
Lisa’s breathing came under control, as Flint whispered into her ear from behind, as I did my best to soothe her with the touch of my hands and thoughts.
Lisa was crying and in a breathle
ss mumble of emotion she asked, “What’s going to happen to my babies?” Her eyes were fear itself, as she pulled her two older children against her sides tightly.
My hands left her belly and moved up to embrace her face as my eyes drilled into hers, “Nothing is going to happen to your children Lisa. Nothing!”
“Promise?” She whimpered.
“As the Lord lives why do you think we were sent to help you? Does the Lord fail in keeping those who are promised to Him?”
Lisa shook her head no as tears continued to fall.
“Then rest assured that the safety of your children is already an accomplished thing. God does not forsake those who’ve put their trust in Him, when they need Him most.”
Lisa’s lips firmed and she nodded resolutely.
I got back up to my feet and leaning over I kissed her on the forehead, which was damp with sweat.
“Be at peace Lisa and rest here with your children, while we handle the fight.”
I stepped away and Maria quickly hugged Lisa and whispered something into her ear before breaking off to follow quickly after me.
Flint slid around from behind and got to his feet. He quickly kissed the top of each of his two kid’s heads before meeting Lisa’s eyes and asking, “Are you going to be all right?”
She nodded bravely and he kissed her passionately for a moment. Pulling back he straightened up, as Lisa gazed up at him lovingly and said, “Go take them out Tiger!”
Flint left the room quickly and Lisa held her two children perhaps harder than she would normally have as another hard contraction coursed through her.
“Oh God please not now!” She moaned out gutturally, as she tried to get a hold of her fractured emotions.
A little hand touched her face and Lisa’s eyes opened to see her oldest daughter staring up at her tenderly, “I’m praying for you mommy.”
“Me too!” Brian piped up, as they both laid their hands on their mother’s tightly contracting belly.
More tears spilled down Lisa’s cheeks, even as the contractions eased off a little. Lisa leaned to either side and kissed their heads as she said, “Thank you! Mama needs your prayers.”
“Is daddy going to be all right?” Brian asked.
“Daddy will be fine. We’ll all be fine. You know why?”
“Why?”
“Because God loves us.”
Contented both children lay their heads against her, but Lisa stared at the darkness beyond the window before her praying fervently for her husband’s safety. Everyone’s safety this dark night.
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I walked across the large foyer headed for the big double doors, as a chill descended in the air. I threw both doors wide and stepped outside. It was freezing, but it wasn’t a change in temperature so much as a spiritual loss.
Flint stepped up beside me and I heard Maria close the doors. I turned to her. Maria was shivering and very decidedly looked like she wanted no part of what was about to unfold, but she was here and she wasn’t complaining. She was a good partner.
I walked up to her, “I want you to stay here at the doors and not let anything get past you. Understand?”
She nodded and gripped on to both door handles behind her back, as if her life depended on it. She was a brave woman.
My hands settled on her shoulders and I felt the trembling of her frame. There was a howling all around us and then sudden explosive gusts of wind. I watched her look to the left and then the right frantically and I snapped my fingers beside her ear and just as quickly her eyes came back to mine and I said, “Ignore all the theater and drama going on and focus on the Spirit of God residing inside of you.”
Her lips moved, but no words came as tears began to fall.
Reading her mind I said, “No words to express what you feel you need to express through prayer in this moment?”
She nodded miserably.
My hands framed her cold cheeks, “In the New Testament there are nine gifts that are given. One of them is the gift of speaking in tongues. It’s a gift by which the Holy Spirit enables your spirit to directly converse with the Father in groanings that cannot be expressed by any language known to man. Do you want this gift of the Holy Spirit Maria, because it’s been made freely available to all who ask for it?”
“Yes! I need help!”
I pulled her lower lip down with my thumb, “Then let that bubbling spring of life flow forth in Jesus name.”
No sooner had I said the words than her lips began to form words of inexpressible meaning.
Her eyes were panicked and I quickly said, “It’s okay! You’re not going to understand what is being said. It’s your spirit conversing with God what you can’t express with your given language that you can comprehend. The Holy Spirit is not going to overwhelm you or control you, rather just flow through you and communicate to the Father what needs to be said. You are completely in control and it’s your choice for it to happen or not happen. No demon or fallen angel is speaking through you or can interject into your private conversation with God so be strengthened and have faith.”
I stepped away from her as sweet words continued to pour forth from her lips. It was odd given the situation, but this new act of spiritual maturity on Maria’s part had me wanting to stay by her side, as something beautiful was born from within.
I wanted to kiss her so badly, but I had darkness to deal with so I left her to empower the air to be sweet with the sound of the Holy Spirit triumphing in the heart of this dark storm that had befallen a righteous man’s family.
I took Flint’s hands and I led him to one of the large portico pillars. I placed both of his hands on the pillar. He looked to me for direction as the howling grew louder all around us.
“Whose house and lands are these?” I asked.
“Mine.” He responded with looking puzzled.
“Wrong answer. The Earth is the Lord’s and the cattle on a thousand hills.”
Flint looked shaken, but I wasn’t done.
“Your wife and children, whose are they?”
He swallowed reflexively before saying, “God’s.”
“Is there anything you possess, even your own life which is not God’s?” I asked.
“No.”
“Then as you are fully given over to the God of creation make your case known to Him, even as Job did in the midst of his trial, but do not make his mistake. As all that you possess is the Lord’s, even the breath that holds you together know also that He has the authority to bless or destroy you at His good pleasure. Whether He blesses or curses He is forever righteous. He is not a man that He might be questioned as to His actions. Are you prepared to praise God in whatever state you are given?”
Tears flowed down Flint’s face as he nodded in bitter acceptance of the truth that God’s will does not always line up with what we want it to be.
“His will be done.” Flint said.
I didn’t think I’d ever seen Flint more afraid before than he was right now. I put an arm around him and gripped him tightly.
It wasn’t the swirling horde of invading demons that gave him fear, but rather the thought of what might be required of him. I knew full well how the story of Job and the loss of his children was even now emblazoning its way across his consciousness. Actually I didn’t. I’d never been a father so I didn’t truly know what a father might be feeling right now.
“Ask for your heart’s desires according to God’s will and it shall be done. But it has to be God’s will.”
Flint nodded, as his forehead pressed against the pillar even as he gripped it as Sampson would’ve had with all his strength.
I turned away praying inside that Flint walked away from this night with not only what he had entered it with, but far more as well. It was in God’s hands either to bless or curse. To build up or tear down.
I stepped out into the middle of the courtyard, as I was surrounded by the jabbering horde of darkness that flowed in from every side. I wanted to le
t anger reign in me and scream at them, but that was not how it was done.
“What is your authority in assailing a righteous man’s house this night? Who among you will give voice to the answer that I seek?”
“We are many! So many! We hunger!!!” Came the response of a horde.
Anger did come out of me then, “So get a group discount and go feed on a herd of pigs somewhere! I command by the power of the living Savior that you state your reason for being here now or forever hold your peace and be gone!”
The jabbering silenced and in another section of the courtyard not far from me a dark cloud coalesced into the shape of a woman. Laughter split the night air in a hedonistically ribald fashion that only left me chilled.
“Elon, Elon calm down! One would begin to think you had begun to lose your nerve. Are you Elon? Are you losing it after all these many years?” The voice was feminine in its form of liquid seductive influence and I searched my memory for where I’d heard it before.
“Has it come to you yet honey?” Soothed the voice as the form of a woman stepped forward toward me sashaying in an erotic fashion that only repulsed me for I knew what it was and I was not deceived by my eyes into believing it was one of the most beautiful women the world had ever known. Beauty can ever be deceiving.
“I believe your host’s name was Ishtar.”
She laughed coyly all seductive in her response, “Not was honey. Here I am in the flesh.”
It was my turn to laugh, only there was no humor in it or the warmth that Maria loved, “It does you no good to lie to me familiar spirit, as it would seem you have forgotten that it was I that lopped your earthly host’s head off.”
She pressed up against me with a sibilant hiss, “Tsk tsk tsk you had to go remember that didn’t you, but you and I can still have fun can’t we?” She said temptingly her full lips close to mine.
I met the flatness of her soulless eyes and said, “Take a breath mint your breath still reeks of hell.”
With a smile that showed teeth she flounced away from me and then indicating Maria in the distance she turned back to me her full lips pursed erotically, as she cupped and lifted her full breasts, “Now what does she have that I don’t?”
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