Silence followed my suggestion to the Almighty. I waited and still nothing happened. I rattled the chains holding my arms above my head. They were still securely fastened. Either I didn't have enough faith to get the job done or the heavenly answer was 'no' to my request.
My optimistic mood fell hard. I thought about it all as I had plenty of spare time. Faith was a hard thing to understand. I knew the Creator could simply free me if He so chose to. So why didn't He? I believed He could and yet why didn't He then reward my faith and just release me.
No answer came to my quandary of spirit. I was at least alive and unharmed. That was something, actually that was a lot more than could have been expected otherwise. I guess the Creator had other plans, which was disappointing to say the least.
I had liked my plan better than…well this stinking cell. The great unknown of what tomorrow would bring was not something I looked forward to either. I fought to quell the negative thoughts that poured into me at the thought of the evil tomorrow could bring. If the Creator was the God of today, then He was also the God of tomorrow and if He was preserving my life today then perhaps He would tomorrow as well. My resolve strengthened some, but I still felt like it would crumble at any moment.
My voice echoed slightly in the empty room, "Thy will be done, but I do ask this of You. Please help me rescue Zarsha and escape with her, Krista, and my uncle's information to the Valley Lands. If your plans for me are different then help me obey and fulfill them even if it means losing my life. My life is yours to do with as You wish, but ……….." I stumbled to say the last part, "I don't want to die yet. Especially when everything seems like it's turning out for the better."
My last words seemed in someways to be a betrayal of my faith somehow. It was clear that I still did not trust the Creator with everything and the knowledge of that tormented me even more than the thought of what tomorrow would bring. There was little peace to be found in the wake of my empty words that lacked faith. No voice from heaven echoed in the cell informing me of how or if deliverance would come.
I sighed and hoped that there would be an answer tomorrow. The important thing though was that despite my lack of faith the Creator would not forsake me, but that was no guarantee that I wouldn't die to this life in order to take part in the next. Would that be so bad anyway?