“I can’t comprehend it, Father,” I confessed, my heart pounding in my chest. “How can we fight such a monstrous enemy without training? What is our weapon?”
His hand remained on my shoulder, a steady anchor amidst the storm. His eyes held a deep and unending patience as He regarded me.
“Love,” He replied. “Love is your weapon.”
“But how do we wield it?” I asked, confusion etching lines on my face. “How does love conquer such chaos and despair?”
He smiled, a gentle curve of His lips that filled me with a sense of peace.
“I will always be with you,” He reassured me. “I will never abandon you. Your first lesson is to understand that you cannot truly love without first being loved by Me.”
His words settled over me like a warm blanket, comforting and reassuring.
“Tell them I love them,” He instructed, His voice gentle yet firm. “This is your first step. I love them just as they are, without condition or expectation.”
“And when they sober up?” I asked.
“Tell them they are also the love of My life,” He responded, His gaze steady and unwavering. “Invite them to join our family and to let My light and love fill their hearts.”
His words hung in the air between us, a promise of hope and redemption.
“They will become your brothers and sisters,” He continued. “Bound by love, you will stand together against the enemy.”
The gravity of His words sank into me, filling me with determination. It would not be an easy task but with His guidance and unwavering support, I knew we could overcome the enemy.
“Go,” He commanded gently. “Bring My lost children home.”
And so, filled with His love and armed with His words, we ventured back into the darkness, ready to fight for every lost soul with the only weapon that mattered – Love.