The Sword of Christ III- The Wells of God

By HM Weimar

This road God has me on, at times, gets very narrow, and when darkness settles in it is hard to see. I am God's child but I am human, there are times when I feel my emotions taking over. I do have doubts, trials and my life isn't easy; because of who I am with God I get noticed. I am judged by others and when I am not perfect it's pointed out, quickly. It's during these times that things change, the game changes, my life becomes more complicated; but that's when I get on my knees and seek answers. He shines light onto my path and leads me with his grace to his wells where he waters my soul and my life finds new beginnings.

• Language: English
• Publisher: HM Weimar
• Release date: Jul 16, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310003967

HM Weimar

Born in Seattle,Washington and raised Olympia. Heidi now lives in Ohio. She is the mother of 5 grown children and the grandmother of 3. She has dedicated her life to God and the work he asks her to do. She is a writer/photographer/artist.

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The Sword of Christ III-

The Wells of God

By HM Weimar

Copyright 2013 HM Weimar

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Table of Contents

Dedication

His Blood Poem

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty One

Chapter Twenty Two

Chapter Twenty Three

Chapter Twenty Four

Chapter Twenty Five

Chapter Twenty Six

Chapter Twenty Seven

Chapter Twenty Eight

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Dedication

I am known for Long Dedication, so please bare with me. I would like to dedicate this book to God first. These are his books, he tells the story, my imagination and words are simply his tools. Without him I would be nothing.

I would also like to dedicate this to my children, Beau, Jessica, Jazmin, Mykayla and Gianna; also my grand children, Nathan, Dylan and Lula(I hope I spelled that right); My brother Chuck Weimar and his wife Anne. No matter what our differences as you grow into your own lives, we are family. I love that about us. I am so proud of you and you are one of the reason's I have hope for the future.

To, what I call my second round of kids, Angel, Zack and Nick Hough, Sara Roof Dewitt and Cheyenne Connolly; I love you kids, thank you for making me feel important.

I would like to thank my friend and editor Joanna for taking time out of her life to help me with the long process of getting this book done. For always being honest about my work and for believing in me so much that you do all this without question, without money and without knowing where we're going with it. Thank you for your faith in me Joanna, you are truly a blessing in my life.

I would like to thank all my friends who support me, make me feel special and a part of this world. I apologize now if your name is not typed in this list, there are so many that do so much for me:

As promised, Allen Dion, a high school friend who named my 1990 Thunderbird for me. Thank you for picking Rosie and I truly miss being around you. Other Friends from my past who I have reconnected with Sara Mann Wilson, Teri Kincaid-Kirby, Alexa Avery, Toni Mancinelli, Mike Heffernen, Scott Longnecker, Marleigh Souza, Cheryl Petermann, Leslie Martinez And many more from Timberline High School. My friends from Washington State, Mavrick McClure, Katie Schrupp Marilyn Law, Sherry Roberts, Stephanie Orris Batungbacal, Paul Padilla, Nikki Hinton, Jennifer and Stephen Ramos, Tonya Crockett, Phillip Truong, Jami Barnett, Glen and Cami Bayer, Michael Shahon, Deanna Bray and many more who keep in touch and still make me part of their life. From Ohio and Online, Mary(Becky) Roof, Angie Cantrell, Amy Burnside, Lana Urey, My Cousin Pat Taylor, Duane Perry, Jack Brooks, Melissa Allen, Ogforeal MrFernando, Obsessed Fan #1, and so many more who have encouraged me along the way and made me feel important in their lives.

I would like to thank my test readers, David Doyle and Erin Nealey, your help is greatly appreciated. Thank you for taking the time out of your busy lives to test read this book for me.

To the many fans who read my work and follow me on facebook and other sites online. To all the fans who receive my morning prayers and give me the support I need to keep going and for helping me believe that somehow I am making a difference in this world.

I thank you all for taking this journey with me.

This book is about the wells of God, it's God fulfilling promises. Getting the devil to back off and for God to supply needs. For lives to become fruitful and digging the wells of living water that are Gods promises, submitting to the will of God.

We make this life a long path to our father's house. He has stood in the doorway and waited since our birth to see us walk up his stairs; to see us return home, whole hearted. Unfortunately, the human distractions along the way are what slow us down. Thankfully, he is understanding, loving, patient and forgiving...he waits for us. HM Weimar

And so, dear brothers and sisters, I plead with you to give yourself to God. Be a living and holy sacrifice. When you think of what he has done for you, is it too much to ask? Don't copy the behavior of this world, but let God transform you into a new person by changing the way you think. Romans 12:1-2.

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His Blood

By HM Weimar and God

I see the coverage of your blood,

It lingers on my hands,

Your cross it is residing,

in my heart it strongly stands.

They took away your voice,

they took away your walk,

but within the Grace of God,

your voice I still hear talk.

There is desperation,

a thirst I cannot quench.

A fire that is burning,

that no water seems to drench.

It's building in the silence,

of my hearts hidden room.

It's yearning for direction,

my thoughts you do consume.

I give in to it with faith,

I give in to it with hope.

Knowing that your wisdom,

gives me the tools to cope.

The warrior in me screams,

to battle a knowing foe,

waiting for the promise,

and trying to let it go.

Every step I take seems empty,

without knowing where and when,

I'm digging up the wells,

so living water will begin.

His blood, his death, his life

it still lingers on my hands,

it was me who did the wrong,

I took him from the lands.

I hung him there, I did it,

I watched and walked away,

now it is me who needs to speak,

for my debt, he did repay.

I'm asking for forgiveness,

for my body did the deed,

But here inside my soul,

is his tiny mustard seed.

HM Weimar 2013

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Prologue

Now I lay me down to sleep; I pray the Lord my soul to keep. If I should die before I wake; I pray the Lord my soul to take, she turned her head toward her bedroom door. Can I ask God to bless Becky before I go to bed? Katie asked her mother who was leaning against the doorway, while an angel stood behind her and stroked her hair.

Well of course you can, her mother told her. Lord, please bless Becky, she is the best-est friend ever, she said then added, I want her to be my friend forever. Katie giggled and jumped up from her knees. Is that ok Mom, can she be my friend forever? Do you think she will be? Yes Katie, she responded and stepped into her room and over to the bed, pulling the covers back.

As Katie slid her legs deep under the sheets her mother leaned down and kissed her forehead, I'm sure you are her best friend too, her mother smiled. I love you. I love you too and I love Becky, Katie replied and tugged at her covers, pulling them up to her chin. The angel kissed her forehead as she snuggled in, then it sat down in a small rocking chair near the window.

Suddenly she sat up as her mother walked out of the room and started to close the door, Mom, please don't close the door. I don't want it to be dark in here, Katie cried to her mother. Her mother pushed the door back open a few inches and clicked on the hall light. Katie lay back down, the light drawing a path from the hallway to the foot of her bed. Katie sat up again, Mom, she yelled.

Her mother opened the door again, Katie, go to sleep. Since Becky couldn't stay the night tonight can she come over tomorrow? she asked. Her mother smiled, we will see. Katie lay back down, and then sat up again, Mom. Katie, go to sleep, her mother said as she pulled the door to a crack again. Maybe she can stay the night tomorrow? Katie asked her excitedly. We will see, her mother said as she let go of the door knob. Katie laid her small head on the pillow, good night mom. She rolled over facing the door and closed her eyes tightly, and good night God. Thank you for Becky.

The angel rocked back and forth, watching over Katie as she settled in.

Those two girls are practically inseparable. I don't know what Katie will do when we move, her mother said to her father as she walked into the living room. She will make new friends, her father said as he stared at the TV. There was a shadow, that looked like it was from the TV, surrounding Katie's father, but it moved, lightly covering his ears and keeping his face toward the light of the screen. She is going to be so heartbroken when we tell her, she said as she walked over to the window, looking across the street at Becky's house. The demon shadow moved away from his ear and whispered into it, don't tell her yet.

We don't have to tell her yet, her dad said, still staring at the TV. Her mother stared out the window imagining her daughter's reaction as they would be dragging her to the car to leave, prying the two girls apart. Maybe we can get them together sometimes. It won't be that far away, her mom said as she turned from the window. The demon whispered again, it's too far. It's an hour away, he said. I know but what's an hour? she responded. He didn't respond as she walked into the kitchen to do the dinner dishes that sat in the sink.

Katie's dad sat staring at the TV as the sound of clanking dishes began in the kitchen.

The angel, rocking in Katie's room, suddenly stopped and turned toward the window, then jumped up and flew off. The demon, on the couch with her father, followed close behind, seeping through the front door.

In Katie's room all she could hear was the murmuring of her parents voices combined with the TV announcer. As she began to dream of the next day and playing with Becky, she could hear the water run and the dishes clank. As she dreamed of her and Becky playing, her body began to relax, a hush filled the real world, her mind drifted her deeper into her dream and away from any cares that may have kept her awake. Katie did not hear her father jump from the couch and run to the window, or her mother drop a dish and screamed as it shattered on the floor. Both parents headed towards the door. The hush that pushed Katie beyond the sounds of the world brought her rushing back as her father yelled, call 911.

Katie blinked, her mind sitting in between her dream and the real world.

We need help, she heard her mother say as Katie pushed her covers off, rubbing her eyes.

Are they coming? Katie heard her father say as she opened her door and peeked out.

Oh hurry, please hurry, her mother screamed into the phone as Katie stepped into the hallway and toward the living room.

Katie saw her mother near the front door and heard people yelling outside as she walked across the floor. Through the crack in the curtains she saw a glow that reminded her of the sun. She heard sirens in the distance.

As she pushed the curtains apart she could feel the heat and the glow began to flicker in the tears that were starting to form in the rim of her eyes. She stared across the street at her best friend’s house as the flames consumed it. She saw someone in the doorway of the inferno, immediately she knew it was an angel. Hope sparked in her heart.

Katie closed her eyes for a moment, as the only survivor who stood on the sidewalk not far from the burning house turned to look at her.

Let it be Becky, she silently prayed as she opened her eyes again.

Her world went silent, it wasn't Becky.

Katie's mother scooped her up and pulled her close. Katie couldn't hear what she said as her mother took her to the couch and sat down, rocking her. Through her own front door Katie looked at the burning house and watched, waiting for her best friend to come out of the blaze, but she never came. She prayed to herself, this is your fault God. I asked you to bless her.

A dark shadow moved in through the door, reached down through Katie and into her heart. It wrapped around the only light left there, extinguishing the small spark of hope. It shoved a thorn deep into her heart where the spark had been and a gruesome infection began to form around it. The shadow smiled.

Katie looked at Becky's older sister who was now wrapped in a blanket and surrounded by emergency workers. As they started to walk her away from the house she again looked at Katie, and as their eyes met Katie added to her pray, and I blame her.

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Chapter One

In Olympia the change from winter to spring isn't quit as dramatic as the rest of the country. Trapped between the mountains and the ocean, the weather had no choice but to be fairly temperate. It never changed dramatically between any seasons. The only signal of the coming season was an earlier sunrise and the colors of the first flowers of Spring. The same drizzly rain fell as it did mostly year round, but in the spring there were April storms, just like the ones of October. The temperatures never varied much beyond ten to twenty degrees colder or warmer throughout the year. Washington State is known as the evergreen state because most everything stays green year round. It would never be a place that had to worry about strong swings or changes of anything very often. But there were always exceptions and Laney could feel one coming.

In the cold darkness just before dawn, Laney slowly walked across the cleared property where her family had died when she was 12. Almost eight years later, the remains of the burned shell of their house had finally been removed and fresh soil was laid along the ground. The realization of the community park she and her friends wanted to create was starting to come into view. This week new grass sod would be rolled across it, and within the month, children would be able to play here; families would again enjoy the shade of the tree, shaped like a cross, that had re-grown after the loss of her entire family. The place in which there was so much loss would become a place of new growth, not just for her but for the whole community. Who would've thought that night that had destroyed everything, those ashes of yesterday, would now nourish the hopes of tomorrow.

The drizzle that seemed constant this time of year did not affect her as she knelt, closed her bright blue eyes, her dark hair pulled back in a ponytail, she bowed her head, Lord I have traveled through the trenches of hell and I've made it home to your house. The fires that burned around me are gone. I've made it full circle from my loss back to new growth. I am thirsty, let me drink and recover. Help lead me to the wells, the spring heads of your living water. Help me to dig deep into your promises. Open the wells and burn out the devils poisons. Fill them with your promises and bring forth your blessings. Teach me Lord and let the world see that you are a loving God, my dad and best friend. I have sinned, along with my ancestors. We have walked on this earth and offended you many times over. Forgive me, forgive my ancestors, release us from those blood ties, placenta bonds and curses. In Jesus name and surrounded by his blood, make the devil give back all that he has stolen from me, my family lines and my descendants. Make him give back the riches, the blessings and the gifts you meant for us. He has no right to them. Help me to dig deep wells Lord, free of the devils poisons, free of lies and deceit and full of you Lord, your promises, your blessings and let all of mankind see who you are, without sin covering their hearts, she said as she looked up at the new blossoms beginning to open on the branches of the tree. She saw angels reaching, touching each one just as they opened.

Across the street Katie watched as Laney walked and knelt in front of the tree. Her jealousy and rage burned inside her. She spoke to herself, I am so glad that I don't feel the torture that she does having to walk that straight line; having to be perfect all the time and not enjoy the things this world has to offer. I get everything I want and I get to feel everything in this world and not worry about who is in my way. I don't have to answer to a book that is full of nothing but babble and stories of things this world will never hold. There is no real love, no real happiness; you have to make that for yourself. I know I have the ability to persuade the things in my life to become what I want. I am strong; I have knowledge and can argue any point. I have words, I have ability, I am gifted beyond all reason with many talents. I can change, like a chameleon and become anything I want. I can be anyone. I can say anything. I can do anything. I have power beyond anyone. I can leash who ever I want and lead them where I want them to go. I am unstoppable. I can manipulate this world and shape it how I want it, to my benefit, and I will not lose. I cannot lose. I know what I want and I will have it at all cost. It will be mine. I will not lay down my happiness for anyone. This is my life. I deserve my heart’s desire and I will not stop until I have it all, she smirked as the room became filled with a darkness she couldn't see.

As Katie continued to watch, Laney stood up, touched the tree and continued to speak, Lord I know what my abilities are. I know what gifts I have. I know what I am able to do with them. I know I could use everything I have and get whatever I want, but without you I am nothing. Without you it is not real; it is not solid, and it will not withstand any storm, any battle or any destruction. You are my rock; with you everything I have, everything I need, is everlasting. It will not fall, it will not fail and it will not falter. With you standing next to me, your grace surrounding me, your light within me, I am royalty. It is true, honest and will always be, never ending. Angels began to sing as the sky became lighter, signaling that the dark of night was almost over.

Katie dropped the curtain and flung her black hair back over her shoulder with her hand, I have so much more power than her. She walked down her hallway to her room, filled with candles and symbols of her ties to the darkness within her, "I will make the hell of my life be gone. I am in control. It is all mine and no one can touch it. I will fight to the death to hang onto all that I have. I will own it all. It is mine, mine. I've lived through pain, loss and I have come out of the ashes to take back what I lost. To make her pay for my pain; I will have retribution for what she inflicted on me. I will take everything she owns and watch her fall. I will do