There was a moment’s rest for her.  She could breath deeply and just relax.  But she knew the battle was coming.

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Then it hit.  In all it’s fury, and she felt so alone and completely convinced that she would die.

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But she was crying out to God, begging, pleading.  And against what seemed immeasurable odds, she was trusting Him and choosing to believe that He would pull her through.

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And then it was over.  God had been strong…He’d pulled her through.  And she wept tears of relief and joy and praised His name.

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The enemy slunk away in defeat, vanquished by the King of Kings.