In The Hands of The King

"You have some skill with a blade." said Aragorn, drawing his sword as it met with hers.  "Women of this age learned long ago, to fear neither death nor life."  replied Eowyn.  "What do you fear my lady?", asked Aragorn.  "A cage.  To stay behind bars until use and old age accept them and all chance of valor has gone beyond recall or desire." replied Eowyn.  "You are a daughter of kings, a sheildmaiden of Rohan.  I do not think that will be your fate." replied Aragorn.  - The Lord of the Rings; The Two Towers


Have you ever resonated with something so profound, so deep, that it was hard to convey it to someone else in more words than what was already said?  As I sat in the theater, and heard these words...I immediately felt as though this exchange embodied the cavern of circumstance of which I was in. One of them moments where you know...this sword of truth is for you.  


When abandonment falls like an avalanche, it devastates a part of your being in such a way that brings a fragility.  Unknowingly almost, a large piece of who you were, is gone.  The piece that is left, carries a shield, protecting it from further wounding. Be it, swords of death, swords of illness, swords of trauma where the unspeakable of things occurred; you find yourself in a place of both vulnerability and hesitancy.  Eowyn, puts it in the picture of a cage.  To stay behind bars....


Bars of steel...maybe.  But, I think far more reaching in the magnitude of such a place, is the life lived behind bars such as, fear.  Loneliness.  Addiction.  Isolation.  Stifled dreams.  Sadness that is looming in the realm of utter despair.  Hopelessness.  Loss of any direction.  Dreams stolen.  Innocence stolen. Relationships; stolen, bludgeoned, ...demonically intoxicating.  Self-Hatred.  Hate.  Bars like these don't need a actual cage to make it truly a prison...  


For Eowyn, it was the road of abandonment, orphaned by the bloodiness of war...and many things that go with a heart of such experience.  Her Uncle who is a King cares for her, but regrets not having loved her as a father.  In an age where battle was the terrain, her duty of taking care of the women and children, was often the role given to her.  And she feels...something is missing.  Something within her, longs for more.  Something within her, beckons a role to play.  She longs with determined desire to find her calling for this life she is wanting to live.  Filled with passion to fight alongside her kin, she is willing to risk everything, while being met by fate - battle's need to be won, lives need to be saved, evil needs to be destroyed.  




Is it not the case, all great stories tell of something that finds within it, your story as well?  Don't all great stories, beckon a hero, reveal a wounded soul, midst a battle to be won?  Isn't it so that while watching such stories, we finally let out our breath, when that most pivotal moment ends in victory?  I would agree on all statements!  But, I would beg you to ponder, that without the lines of story in between - we would have no story to tell?


Many times, one feels that they have a story to tell, because of what happened to them.  I am learning; that I have a story to tell, because of what occurred between the lines of what happened.  The real story is not in the violation, the victimization, or all the enemy stole.  Rather....all the enemy could not hold back.  The Miraculous. The lines laced with silver, which when pressed between the lines of every story...bring forth- a revealing of gold.


What about you...have you pondered what good has come; the miraculous that is woven in the threads of your story?  


And, yet, I so very much understand if that place for you...is in the rawest of forms right now.  For a season, I was in a coma, where I had felt numb.  I was doing a strength training workout, while I heard the Holy Spirit speak a word to my heart.  "I'm here with you right now, and I'm not going anywhere."  Then, like a movie short, it played in my minds eye.  This is what it was I saw in my minds eye, like a movie clip onscreen.


A room.  Cold. Half lit on one half and dark on the other half.  Dim lights beneath the cabinets in the back of the room, where counter's were filled with a few supplies.  A bed in the front half of the room, where it was dark.  I was laying in the bed in a coma.  And Jesus, sitting in a chair next to me. And again, "I'm not going anywhere."  And the reality that, it was him sitting there rather than my earthly father.  And how my earthly father by what he'd done...was gone a long time ago.  


In that moment for me...that cold cold room of my heart, felt freed to be where I was; in a coma.  And the Father of my heart...came and sat with me.  Spoke to me, and assured me, 'I'm not going anywhere'.

Later in the movie Eowyn has another exchange with Aragorn.  


Listen:
  

Eowyn: My lord! Aragorn!


Eowyn hurries towards Aragorn


Eowyn: <displeased> I'm to be sent with the women into the caves.


Aragorn:  That is an honorable charge.  


Eowyn: To mind the children, to find food and bedding when the men return.  What renown is there in that?


Aragorn: My lady, a time may come for valor without renown.  Who then will your people look to in the last defense?


Maybe you have felt like this; after much battle in life.  Like the role you are left with, is a cage.  It stifles, steals, and leaves you feeling helpless to a much greater call you once thought your life held.  Where perhaps so many around you are all seemingly doing all they ever wanted... except for you.  You feel disqualified.  But Aragorn ask's a stunning and poignant question to Eowyn;

"My lady, a time may come for valor without renown.  Who then will your people look to in the last defense?"

Haven't we all longed for renown to some degree?  That there is a role that only you can play, and you've been replaced? Or that the role you are in, is not very attractive, boring. If you haven't yet, you will.  And so we become caught up then into thinking, nothing we have to offer is of any good, or value.  We begin to find our identity in what we are doing. Our fate; in what we accomplish.  We loose so much of our-self, exchanging the truth for a lie.  Believing a cage, will be our fate.  Believing that the 'smallness' of what we are doing holds nothing impacting for the bigger battle.  But oh...are we so wrong.    

While I heard this exchange between Aragorn and Eowyn,  I was deeply challenged.  Challenged as to what it is, I truly want to set my mind and heart on.  A lie....  Or the truth.  What do we hear Aragorn tell Eowyn the first time:


"you are a daughter of kings, a sheildmaiden of Rohan.  I do not think that will be your fate."


If someone asked, Who are you? what would your reply be?  Would you tell them the truth...or a lie?  


If you are a Daughter of- The King; Jesus Christ,...then what is your fate?  Look at these scriptures with me; and as you do insert your name, if you have The King living inside of you, and if not, then invite Him in that you might say this too then...


Eph. 1:13-14, 18


"...Dawn, when you heard the word of truth, the gospel of your salvation...  Having believed, you Dawn, were marked in him with a seal, the promised Holy Spirit, who is a deposit guaranteeing your inheritance until the redemption of those who are God's possession to the praise of His glory. I pray also Dawn,that the eyes of your heart may be enlightened in order that you Dawn, may know the hope to which he has called you, the riches of his glorious inheritance in the saints.  


John 14:1-3


"Do not let your heart be troubled, Dawn.  Trust in God, trust also in Me.  In My Father's house are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you.  I am going there Dawn, to prepare a place for you.  And if I go and prepare a place for you Dawn, I will come back and take you Dawn, to be with me that you also may be where I am."


If you are a daughter or son of the Living God, Jesus Christ, then you have a very good ending in the battle of this life, called your story.  And you are part of a bigger story.  You have been given a 'soul tattoo', as a favorite musician of mine sings it...sealed for eternity! A very "unique to you" kind of room we are told, is being prepared as Jesus comforts his disciples, just before he will be leaving them.  He promises "if it were not so, I would have told you.  I am going- there- to... prepare...a...place...for....WHO????  YOU!


In the end...Eowyn, has a role far greater than anything she could have hoped for.  She was called into a battle, a victory, that cost her a grave sacrifice.  She as well, learned much before getting to that place, before that place met her.  She had renown.  She had valor.  And her cage was broken!  Her desire never waned...even though she feared it would.  


We must trust our story; to The King...who will reveal the role we each have to play in this story called; our life. It may at times feel we are caged by circumstance.  Bound behind bars, of battered emotions.  As though a foe much greater is holding us back.  It is in these times; we must heed the truth..."I do not think that will be your fate."


Our future is not; to live behind bars.  To live in a cage.  We will reign as warriors with The King; as Son's and Daughter's.

For we have a King who will never leave our side- through the coma; through the battle's; through the victory's.  We have a story to live.  We have a story to tell.  It is a role, that only you can play. And in between the days of such tragic threads, woven between waning and war, you must know; He is- behind the scenes.  That in the unseen, there is a working on our behalf, a battle being fought... so that all He has intended, might come to pass.


"Therefore, we do not lose heart.  Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day.  For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all.  So, we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen.  For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal."  2 Corinthians 4:16-18
   
Dear Savior and King,

It's been a dark night. I did not expect my life story to go this way.  The lines - treacherous.  The losses- an avalanche of circumstance few have known. I too, have felt caged in at times, and I know that You have felt that way too, while suffering on the Cross.  Savior, who endured such a dark night...right now____________, is enduring a dark night.  They are living with___________ and it's brought them into their own coma.  They once felt they had a role in life.  They once felt alive.  And now, they are fighting for breath that gives them life.  Savior, come to them now, and be the breath they need and awaken them with hope.  Savior help us remember like in the great stories, we all have a role.  Help us remember too...you are the hero.  And that whatever happens in between the lines, You are sitting right there in the chair- by my bedside; when it appears the chair is empty.  I've never really realized, I too...long for renown, valor, and even more to not loose the desire for such things.  But remind me Lord, there may be that moment when valor without renown is required.  Help me Savior, to find valor in the dark.  Help me remember that, no role is too small, in your Kingdom.  No act of love, unnoticed.  No darkness, that you are not there.  And that as your daughter- - - my fate is in the hands of The King.