“You have said you are Incapable?” He stood tall, looking down on her.
“Yes,” she stammered. “That’s my name.” She pulled a wisp of hair from her eye where it had stuck because of her tears.
He responded simply. “Your new name is Warrior.”
Her eyes darted up to His. Was that kindness she saw there, or was He laughing at her?
“It doesn’t fit,” she replied with a slight shrug and looked down. How could His garment be so white, so shining?
“This is the helmet of the salvation I provide,” He said. “You will wear it.”
A belt. “I am the Truth,” He said.
Shoes. “I am the Peace you will proclaim.”
With His help, she donned each piece of armor that He gave her. Somehow they seemed to fit. She felt safe inside them.
Then He produced a shield. It glistened, like His robe, but even more, as if it sent out beams of light.
“This is the shield of faith.” He strapped it on her arm. “The only shield that truly protects is faith in Me, because I am all your righteousness and your only Protector.”
This time as she looked at Him, she knew His eyes were tender.
Then a shining sword. “This is the sword of the Spirit.” Then He added, “The sword of the Spirit is the logos of God.”
He leaned in close as he showed her how to hold it. The next words shouldn’t have surprised her, but they did. “The logos of God—I am the logos of God. I am your sword. I will go with you and fight your battles for you.”
He stepped back and looked at her. “Your new name is Warrior,” he repeated. “Do you know why?”
“Because I’m going into battle.” She may have been Incapable, but she wasn’t Stupid.
“Yes.” He smiled as His large hand touched a wisp of her hair. “But you don’t need to fear. Because I am all your armor.”
For the first time she looked down, around, at where they stood, at the top of a mountain, with a footpath down into a deep Valley. Somehow she knew where she was supposed to go.
But she asked anyway. “Is that the way? Down there?”
“Yes, you’ll be going into that Valley.”
“It’s dark down there. It’s really dark. I can’t even see anything down there at all. It’s like a terrible black cloud covers the whole thing.”
He nodded and gently put His hand on her back. “It’s called the Valley of Weeping,” He said. “Your mission is to go into the Valley of Weeping.”
She shrank back, and tears filled her eyes again. “I can’t go down there. It’s too dark.”
He continued without acknowledging her words at first. “I love those souls there under that dark cloud. They are wounded and dying and need to be rescued. They need My Living Water.”
The sound of a moan floated up to her ears from that distant Valley, so far away, and she caught her breath. “I can’t! I’m Incapable!”
He leaned forward and looked into her eyes. “Capable Warrior,” He said, “Don’t you know that the highways to Zion are in your heart?”
She remembered. She knew. She nodded ever so slightly.
“When you go through that Valley, you will shed many tears.”
“Well, I guess that makes sense,” she replied, “since it’s called the Valley of Weeping.” It was very important to her that things always make sense.
“Yes. But as you go through the Valley of Weeping, you’ll make it a place of springs.”
“How can that be?” She turned her face away from that oppressive darkness and looked in His gentle eyes. “I don’t understand.”
“You have come to Me. I’ve promised that whoever comes to Me will have springs of Living Water springing out of her innermost being. You give them the Living Water, Capable Warrior. Give it to them, as you fight the forces of evil through the power of My Spirit.”
She felt the tears and didn’t reply.
He gazed out at the sky over the valley and added, “And don’t forget. My rain will fill the pools.”
His rain. His rain will fill the pools.
Her breath came in harsh sobs, and she covered her eyes. “It’s too hard.” she whispered.
“Nevertheless,” He said, “I will be with you. I will be in you, and all around you, and working through you, and fighting for you. I will be with you. All the battles that are waged, I will fight them. All the cool water people receive, I will provide it. I will be with you. It is My love that will propel and empower you. This is your shield of faith: Trust Me.”
For the first time she realized a flask hung around her neck.
“It will always be filled,” He said, “as long as you continue to look to Me.”
As she began the descent down the mountain, somehow she continued to be able to hear His voice, as if He were right there. “You’ll come back up here often,” He said, “bringing wounded souls with you for healing, because the highways to Zion are in your heart. Remember, your strength is in Me. Remember, you will go from strength to strength. Do not despair. Even when things look darkest, trust Me.”
She found others who were fighting and weeping and trusting and loving and praying and serving. And sometimes she and others were able to bring wounded souls up the mountain.
Sometimes the evil felt as if it would engulf her. Sometimes she feared the evil would engulf the ones to whom she reached out with the Living Water. Sometimes she still felt exceedingly weak and incapable. Sometimes she was afraid.
But she trusted Him, the one who gave her the armor, the one who was her armor. And she knew even in the midst of the darkness and evil, He would fight the battle, shine His light, give His Living Water, rescue the wounded, and pour out the love of His loving heart.
So she continued to trust and serve and weep and love and pray and fight. “You will show me, Lord,” she whispered. “You will show me that this Valley of Weeping will become springs of water.”
And she continued to scan the skies, watching for the rain He had promised, trusting Him in that very Valley, trusting Him to fill the pools.