behind the veil

When I prioritize communion with my Savior, there is a sort of blanket of comfort that is laid over me, where I am somewhat immune to effects of the enemy's attacks.

But when I intentionally step away, the veil is lifted and I can feel the piercing sting of the arrows, the burning pain of the fire, and the coldness of the wilderness that lies outside of God's loving arms.


I don't spend a lot of time in that place but sometimes I go there.  On purpose.  Mostly when the enemy has convinced me that I'm not worthy of God's grace and then I push Jesus away.  But when I catch a glimpse of that horror, I know where it is I actually belong and I greatly desire to re-anchor myself to the Rock.  I grieve for, and stand in wonder of, the millions of people who live without the Comforter because I don't know how I would ever survive without Him.

But tonight, the veil is still lifted and the reality of the enemy's desires to wound me are quite evident.   I wish to seek the solace of God's embrace, once again, because I do not belong in this wilderness of abandonment and betrayal.  Because God has already taken on the enemy and won.  And because I am a child of the King, and as such, am under the protection of Royal Guard.