And in these days brethren of Gods elect, we cling to one another, we with deep need of our familiar in Christ. By the good faith of the true saints that bring union in doctrine through the Spirit. We look to one another with our faces weary, cut, and bruised. Having been lost from eachother in the great chaotic battles of these perilous times which sought to consume us whole and keep us divided. So very few of us as we look across the piles of corpses which once were our close companions; all have perished by rain of fiery arrows which so non-stop continue to fall in quick succession. We see but a faint silhouette of our dear fellow in the distance crying out, “Hear me my brother! Here!!! I still live!” Tears of rejoicing for but two stand to endure the coming waves.
“Sister help, my arm is weak, my sheild falls.”
and so responding, “I will help thee cover my brother, stand close beside me.”
Likewise we depend on our loving God to shelter us and preserve His breath within us. So the importance that we understand the fearful truth of all which has been foretold. So narrow the way, very few who find it. How then are we to despise our own? How be it that there would be so easy a conflict between two war partners who would die without the other? Seek and ye shall find, indeed it shall be opened to you, for once David was young and then he was old, none will be plucked from His hand.