Deborah slowly made her way to the prison,
This
was her routine for the past five and a half years.
Struggling
to make ends meet,
And
free her innocent son.
As
painful as it was,
She
did not give up hope.
On wards
she continued day in and day out,
Believing
God to open, her door of hope.
On
her way home one day,
The
priest stopped her and said,
“Deborah
tonight before you sleep, I want you to read this verse and pray,
Believe
it with all your heart."
She
read and reread the verse, and said to herself.
“I
know you are able to, Yahweh,
It’s
been, too many years now, I am fighting to move this mountain, I cannot do it
anymore,
My
body, mind and spirit has worn out, help me, please, "
She
cried and laid her weary body to sleep.
Early
morning she made her way to meet her son as usual,
There
was a lot of commotion and cheerful voices, the lawyer was waiting for her with
a huge crowd and with a beaming smile,said,
“Deborah,
you did it! ,your constant perseverance and petitions has won
the king’s favor, your son is now free by royal decree”!.
Tears
of joy flowed down her cheeks,
With
a voice constrained with emotion, and pointing her shaking hand, she pointed it
upwards,
"It’s
not me but HE,!" She sobbed,
She
held the worn out paper with the verse and the lawyer read it out loud,
Douay-Rheims
Bible: Isaiah 41:15
I have made thee as a new thrashing wain, with
teeth like a saw: thou shall thrash the mountains, and break them in pieces:
and shalt make the hills as chaff.
"Yes
it’s Yahweh, indeed",he agreed.
"Its
otherwise impossible for your son to be suddenly set free.",he said.
And
they all rejoiced with her.
