I am wounded. In this eternal struggle of the angels and demons for my soul, I have been wounded. I never thought I would be a casualty of war. My God went to the cross and died for my sins and there are so many times I have not served him.
By now I should have been shot for cowardice. I have ducked in my foxhole and hid. I am weak. I am a coward. I cry out with my heart that God will give me the strength to fight. God please confirm and gird me for the battle at hand.
I know this war will not be easy, but being uplifted by your right hand, I know I will become the warrior you need me to be.
Friday, August 12, 2011
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
"In our lives every one of us draws a circle. Inside of it are your people, the people you fight for the ones you protect, no matter what. As you get older your circle gets smaller and smaller. People grow up or they don’t. They fall by the way side or just drift off one day at a time, but those who stay through thick and thin and everything in between. They’re the ones you want in the fox hole when the walls come tumbling down."-Mary Shannon