Free Agent finds a Warrior by Guy Stanton III

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