With the sounds of battle coming from the enemy’s gates the sergeant told Philippe, “Write down every miracle.”
Philippe told him that he couldn’t think of a single one.
The sergeant responded, “Then open your eyes.”
Philippe told him that his eyes were open, but there were no miracles to be seen.
The sergeant knew Philippe wasn’t ready to be launched like a rock against the gates of hell, but with the battle raging the sergeant had time only for a brief deliverance or mini exorcism – words of command given to the demonic mountain to move – before he turned to the next soldier.
But that was all Philippe needed for the grays to wash clean with brand new bright light.
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Denise offers the prompt word “brand” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories.


Blessings, Frank.
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Thank you and blessings, Esther!
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Wise sergeant! I’m glad the scales fell from Philippe’s eyes before the battle began. Praise God for eyes to see! May you have a blessed week, brother.
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Thank you, Dora! Blessings!
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