Fortress
�Just this once,� I agreed. So I did it. I gave up my stronghold, my chesalon, and let the enemy advance.
�Oh, it�s okay for you to do it just one more time. Don�t worry about it,� He whispered again. This time, I tried to fight. I gave an attempt to stop this evil, but I had lost ground. I was discouraged. I had lost my stronghold, and the foe had gained momentum. My foe charged, and I couldn�t stand against this onslaught.
I gave in again. I lost more ground. I drifted farther from my fortress. I hardly bothered to make excuses this time.
The onslaught came again, and I didn�t have the strength to stand against it. It poured over me and brought me to my knees. I kicked and screamed, trying to rise up.
In desperation I cried out to God, �Where is the strength that I used to have? I am overcome.�
I heard a great voice, the voice of my Lord, reply, �You have little strength. The strength that sustained you in the past was mine. I was your fortress! I defended you against those who now trample you. I defended you until you opened the gate of your stronghold and allowed your adversary, the devil, to lure you away.
�This is your strength with which you now fight! My strength is great and will sustain you if you come back with me.�
�Help me Lord! Please, help me!� I cried.