When Always Was There Before

It was at this point surely as the pages slowly turned and time we really found out what it means to be writ within the book of God. It was just an ordinary story nothing extraordinary to it really. Still the truth sunk deep into our hearts and minds and so it was to heal to bind. The pages turned with the ever passing of the years and so too with it our hopes our fear our dreams our tears our ever wasted years. The tale starts off you see with Jesus Christ of Galilee himself besides the Lamb of God the Lion slain for all to see king of yonder tribe and but the rest of them besides. Then Moab came up after the going away of a certain some such teacher. In the leaving though were they truly never left alone for there was One besides who walked there all the while. And it was not that long ago that they were met with the angel of the LORD. He it was who had given them naught provender though using only human means to do his will to have to hold to cherish truly and so by do it well. How be it the performance thereof was only all of God. And so as too to do his will. When the Moabites finally came to the gates of the city, they stood there standing still from men women to children the smallest of these. Whomever could have borne armor was mustered in prayer. Meanwhile the people were waiting before the LORD it was heard as in the days of the judges when the ancients ruled and judges were prepared but for a time and a place appointed to each to their own appointed space. With the Moabites armies who dealt in what they could see and know taste handle touch and feel there thus far how were they to hear and answer to the God of Heaven who commanded far greater than they could ever know yet again. That was when the prophet of God had arisen as though dust on the ground seemingly everywhere and nowhere still to be found. He came to a certain widow who dwelt with her who had nothing besides not anyone. She had a measure of meal and enough oil to bake cakes for them all before probability feel. Our God had come through then once before and would he do it again was not totally sure. The answer came just as soon as it could to fill up the jars and the bottles as best as they could. The oil they were pouring was limitless and lacked no supply only until the last had run dry. Soon every pot in the house had been filled yet still there was more than enough oil left to be filled. Somehow the neighbors had got then involved as she dashed from the house in a flurry of shouting without any actual words. The neighbors all yielded their vessels and soon there was quite a collection. Seeing this how could they say that our God did not provide for that day. That was not the end of the matter there but oh no. The widows own son who had helped her had suddenly taken violently ill. In fact, he died while out with another man there of God and there had lain in the house but the death of the child. At once saddled up she made haste with speed and rode to the prophet who would certainly heed and before the LORD there would plead. With their concern before the LORD there in prayer there was no doubt about it he was certainly there. The God that fought for his armies was right there and left you should wonder he fights for them still. He definitely will. Least ways there was no more Moabites from which we would flee anywhere to be found that I could definitely see. They had gotten the last little one. However much it had been. There was never any match for the death of the Son. It was a theme we would see repeated again and again. Meanwhile there was a king in a land far away who was afflicted with leprosy. He wept and he prayed. Not even the doctors knew what to do since having leprosy was not the popular cure. Asked one in topmost row only to be met with the reply from as the One just merely sighed. After all this back and forth he should not be nor act surprised. After all they were just creatures there in his eyes created things without a name whatever else you call so tame. His maid stopped by one day in her watching and her prayer much grieved she was that her master suffered there. If only he went back home she said today then might he be healed along the way. When asked about her people she said Israel were where they were from. Notwithstanding the king sent out a letter containing the few choicest words to the king of that place which was scarcely strange considering (there was) none at that time. You see in forgetting the Lord they had also forgotten themselves that were sworn. Such that if a quarrel broke out amongst them it was only before whom they would minister. Still he assembled his servants and packed all his stuff this minister ruling among them of course whomever else. Perhaps not a king as of just yet but already well on his way from his seeking the LORD before whom had poured. Upon reaching her country it was just as she said with the prophet of God in the waiting and whomever else would adored. Besides whom they found there was still but for the voice of the LORD. Upon reaching the Jordan, the Syrian would need to dip in it each one for a number of seven total times. Then and only then would he finally be cleansed. With much grumblings and a few choicest of words of who on earth he could possibly be the king finally made his to the place where the wide river lay and dunked him on in whereupon in bathing it was just as he said. The servant of the prophet though was some time in the making having been lured by the things of this world and the promised rewards. He accepted the gifts that were given nothing asked nothing questioned. It was he that had heard all the rumors and read all the signs. Moreover he had seen the things in the Heavens where there otherwise would not have been. So should a strange of a thing yet to be that the plague that we see had broke out from within. Had conquered and spread almost as though there was not but him. This from another in front of the crowd. The others sat around noticeably cowed. That suffice to say took what should have been promised given offered the Lord.