I stood in a tent of war, my enemy's tent.
He stood with his guard in battle array, his army aligned behind him, just over there, right through the canvas.
Terms of peace were laid on a table before me.
If I only back down here and in this way and in that way, I will have peace.
I looked side to side, no angel of the Lord that I could see.
I stood alone and understood myself entirely.
I am nothing to be here, to stand up to these...
But then I remembered my God.
I did not see Him, or His troops. I did not even know the terms of the contract He sent with me. (His terms are a mystery to me still.)
But nevertheless, I looked at the enemy straight and said,
"No. I will have God's terms. I will have my inheritance and my destiny."
I do not know what comes next or what may happen to me, but I know my God.
He is worthy of all faith and unwavering allegiance.
It is only fitting that any one of His servants remain faithful to her given task, no matter how small she be.
Glorious and mighty is the God who sent me!
I will have His terms for my life and my children's lives and their children's lives...
come what may.
I will have God's terms!