A fearless warrior runs into battle with nothing to lose. His armor and sword are always at the ready with no weak spots or blemishes because he understands that he needs protection and takes care to ensure he has it. He gives everything he has and is completely committed to the battle. He has counted the cost and is obedient, never questioning the mission. His mind, body and spirit are all focused on fighting till the battle is won. Even if warriors fall next to him, never to stand up again, he continues fighting. No personal comforts or desires matter in a battle. The only thing he thinks of is carrying out the instructions from the commander and fighting to win. There is no option of loosing or surrendering....He would rather die than give up.
Is this what our spiritual lives look like? Are we so committed to Christ that we give everything for Him? Do we wake up in the morning with our armor already on and focused on the fight? Have we counted the cost and surrendered our will? How do we respond if fellow warriors fall in battle next to us? Do we stop fighting or do we continue with more determination than ever?
This is where I found myself: Standing in battle not knowing what to do. Somewhere in the past few weeks I lost sight of the mission. I got distracted. A fellow warrior pointed out scratches on my armor with a word of knowledge and I became so obsessed with fixing and hiding it that I forgot about the battle. I started looking around instead of forward towards the commander. I fought for a little while but I couldn't see
anyone else fighting, so I lowered my sward. I thought the battle stopped for a while. I was surrounded with people called to more enticing missions in my opinion and wanted to join them. Their missions spoke to everything that my heart longs for: a family. I started questioning my mission and the importance of it. After all, I'm just a girl, was I really made to fight? Maybe I just convinced myself that I was important, that I was strong, that I mattered... my place isn't really on the front line...
But the battle continued, I just wasn't fighting anymore...
I didn't realize how many hits I took until I was on my knees, not being able to breath and saw a fallen warrior next to me. A warrior who never stopped fighting and knew the battle was more important than anything. She was committed to her mission, always obedient. Emotions consumed me. How could this happen? Her mission wasn't over yet! She was so young... I expected the battle to stop for her, but it didn't ...
And the hits came down...hard. I wasn't ready and the enemy knew it. They were moving in...
But I'm not alone. As I looked up I saw them: I am surrounded by angel armies. So while they protect me, I will stand up again and fight. Because that IS what I am called to do, what the commander asked me to do. Because He is faithful, I will be faithful too.
I am important...