Today I nearly laid my weapons down and walked off the
battle field. I was completely defeated. With shoulders slumped, tears blurring
my vision, I was ready to raise the white flag and concede to the enemy. Never
mind that this week had been a series of victories in which I had taken back
battle ground and had revealed the identity of the true enemy. Forget that I
had acquired new, more effective weapons which were successfully rendering the
enemy powerless. Today I was hit with a nuclear powered blast—biological warfare
for which I was unprepared. The wind was knocked from my lungs as I hit the
ground with an impact significant enough to register on the Richter scale.
However, once I was able to get my bearings and breathe again, feelings of
outrage filled my lungs. You see, the enemy hit me where it really hurts; tonight he attacked my kids, and that will always bring out the “mama bear” in
me. Satan, the gloves are off! No one messes with my children! When you attack
them, you attack my Father, and He has already handed you your head on a
platter. You will NOT have the victory here! You will NOT take my children down
with you! They belong to the Commander and Creator. AND, they have been placed
in my care and I will fight you with my dying breath!
This means war! I have reloaded and refueled. My tears have run dry. My sobs
have been soothed. I have strapped on my boots, picked up my shield, and am
ready to wield the most deadly sword there is. I am armed and dangerous and I
have everything within my arsenal aimed right at you!
No, today I will not give in. Today, and every day that God
gives me, I will battle on and eventually stand in the victor’s circle with my
King.
