Deep in the valley, there was a lion. It was badly hurt. Thorns covered his body. He writhed and howled as the brambled bushes continued to overtake him. The lioness stood above the valley. From the edge, she peered at him, longing to help, but she was encircled by another lion. His sleek and shiny fur constantly rubbing against her ear. Every step she took, the second lion would roar threateningly or block her path. After a few nips taken at her heel, the lioness allowed him to lead her away from the valley. She could still hear the poor, trapped creature, his anguish echoing through the plains. She yearned to turn back, but the magnificent lion bade her to relax in the cool of the trees. The beast’s enormous teeth were terrifying, yet he spoke sweetly. Surely she had made the right choice. It was unbearably hot and she was tired. Why choose weakness, when she had pleasure to look forward to? She rolled in the cool dirt over and over, then buried her face in the wet mud. Suddenly, she saw a set of paws in front of her. Huge thorns embedded deep in the center of them. She looked up. There he was, free from the valley, towering over her, smiling with a playful face. He was strong. She put her paw on the hem of his and bent down to dig the thorn out, but the other lion returned with a monstrous snarl and pounce. He was encircling her again, now pushing her back toward the valley. “No!” She thought frantically. “Not back there! I’m not strong enough.” She was sliding backwards towards the twisting, threatening thicket. He gnashed at her wildly, he pushed her, closer and closer. At the edge of the thicket he prowled and purred, as he motioned his head toward the trees and then to the looming danger of a thorny grave. “Yield to him. Or perish.” she thought. She tried hard to plant herself into the ground. She resisted his brute force, but she was frightened. Suddenly, a thunderous roar deafened the savannah. It was followed by multiple roars, as if a pride was all around her circling her for protection. She found her voice. She roared in turn, and the strong lion was there, beside her, pushing with her against the prowler. The lioness fought against her fatigue and despair. In the second lion’s eyes she saw her weakness and her doubt. She hung her head, trying to forget the reflections of those evil and horrible yellow eyes. The lion, still by her side nudged her to fight. There was hope in his kind face. With one last push, their advesary vanished in a wisp of smoke. The lioness collapsed into the dirt. It was more cool and refreshing than before. She glanced at her friend, her rescuer. No longer was he adorned with thorns. Thankful and relieved, she rested her head on his paw. The orange painted sky deepened into violet twilight. The lioness looked toward a single twinkling star and overcome with joy, she fell into a peaceful sleep.
Stay alert! Watch out for your great enemy, the devil. He prowls around like a roaring lion, looking for someone to devour.
1 Peter 5:8
Stop weeping! Look, the Lion of the tribe of Judah, the heir to David’s throne, has won the victory.
Revelation 5:5 NLT
You will trample upon lions and cobras; you will crush fierce lions and serpents under your feet! The Lord says, “I will rescue those who love me. I will protect those who trust in my name.
Psalms 91:13-14 NLT