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By Danae Frank
04/28/15
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One of the greatest joys of my life quickly turned into the greatest sorrow. After only six weeks of pregnancy, I miscarried our first child. My heart was broken. I had prayed for a baby for three years. Now it was gone.

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There is a land, not visible to the natural eye, where the best of man and the worst of man exist in separate beings. It is the Land of Coraz- the “land of the heart”. The Bests live in a city called Grace with their governor, YAHWEH-SHALOM. The Worsts live in a city called Pride with their governor, Abaddon.

A battle raged in the valley of Coraz. Darkness and light warred with one another as in a moment the day turned to night and again night to day. Abaddon fired his arrows, and YAHWEH-SHALOM evaded them as they glanced off his sword. The Prince of Darkness and the Prince of Peace fought for the reigns to my heart.

My Best and my Worst were there, following the commands of their governors. My Worst was hideous. Every bitterness I had ever felt was built up to create this wretch. I could see the evil in her eyes. She was full of hate. She stood tall and battled ferociously. She was strong, and I was ashamed.

I looked at my Best. She was a perplexing thing to behold. Her face was covered with dirt and ash. Her hair was matted, and pulled back in a bun. She was not beautiful, but she was clothed in the purest white tunic beneath a radiant armor. And though her face was dirty and hair matted, her eyes were clear, like honey, and filled with peace, love and righteous resolve.

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Sorrow had overtaken me, and I was numb. I could feel the battle inside. How was I to respond to something like this? I was so tempted to be angry.

It was Sunday morning, and no one else knew I had lost the baby. I could keep it to myself, go to church, and try to act like nothing happened. Or I could tell my family, dampen their day, and spend my time selfishly grieving. I say “selfishly” because in my heart, even then, I knew that God was in control and had allowed this for a reason. I knew my baby was not in pain. I knew God could bless me with another child, if He willed. The problem was, I wanted it now! I wanted it my way, and this was certainly not my way.

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YAHWEH-SHALOM looked deep into the eyes of my Best and said, “Trust me.” She looked back into the eyes of her governor with confidence and affirmation. She nodded, and they thundered toward the darkness. As the lightning strikes the earth, they struck with a mighty blow, eliminating the darkness and obliterating the enemy.

The governor and my Best returned to the city of Grace, where a feast awaited them. My Best was given balm for her wounds. YAHWEH-SHALOM, “The LORD our Peace” had won the battle for my heart.

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I stood in my shower, tears streaming down my face, singing with as much volume as I could utter, “It is Well”. My heart was broken, but I found refuge and strength through the grace of God.

I was able to go to church and worship with a sincere heart. The Lord blessed me that day unlike any other day in my memory. I lost my sweet baby, but I found hope and refuge in the arms of my Savior.

*This is a true story with a fictitious analogy.

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