The Warrior      

I wonder as I look at your photograph what may have instilled the look of pride I see reflected in your eyes. I have an image of what that might be…

As a warrior, I could imagine you have fought many battles. I can also imagine those battles have not been easy ones to fight; in fact they may have even worn you down at some point. I can picture ever so vividly the power of frustration when you’ve felt worn down.      

I can also sense in the air a celebration as those around you gather to celebrate the victory that has brought that light to your eyes. The funny thing that I sense beneath that victorious smile, is an air of mischievousness and joy. Yet to a degree your face looks stern and proud.      

I can picture a little child coming up to you and that, THAT is when you let loose. A War cry bellows from your lips and a dance ensues as the child squeals and giggles with delight at the many complexities of you.      

Tucked beneath your arm is a shield, much like that of a turtle shell; it protects you from the hard knocks of life. I wonder what things that shield has protected you from. An arrow, or several arrows of harsh words perhaps? A full on attack? I wonder if that shield has often times been your only source of protection. Even more I wonder if youve found, aside from your own shield, a community of shields, which have protected you as well.      

I can imagine this community is a big part of the reason you are now so victorious. I can imagine the joy, love, and playfulness in the children in your life who resemble a strong piece of you.      

This joy, love and playfulness inspires me to be, and see in myself all of those pieces and share in the victory and celebration that you have accomplished.      

Suddenly it all comes together…      

I AM THE WARRIOR!      

The air despite its coolness, has an air of warmth The warmth of love, of being cherished and being celebrated. Most importantly this warmth comes from within, bringing incredible meaning to the light of victory reflected.      

WOW!       

It’s been nearly a week since I began writing this. I’d felt like I was missing something so, after making a call, I returned to the place where the warrior picture hung and was allowed, under close supervision to take a picture of it so that I’d be able to complete this project. Looking at the picture I’d taken, I noticed a glow. At first I justified it as a reflection of the glass but, the more I looked at it, the more I realized its symbolism. This glow, appeared and radiated out from the heart.      

The glow represents the spirit of this warrior. A warrior who is joyful, playful, and loving. A warrior who has MUCH to be proud of. A warrior who is cherished, loved, and celebrated. A warrior who is and will remain, victorious.      

The celebrants gather round somberly… each person reaches beneath their shields, pulling out, a set of pom – poms. A war cry bellows forth from their lips, as they join in my dance, chanting Rah, Rah, Siscumba, Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Sue!!!      

Up above a crowd of angels gathers along with God to watch the celebration below a grin of delight creases each face as they celebrate the victory of this beloved child of God whom He has armed with strength during each of her battles.      

Psalm 18:28 -35: You, O LORD, keep my lamp burning; my God turns my darkness into light. 29 With your help I can advance against a troop; with my God I can scale a wall. 30 As for God, his way is perfect; the word of the LORD is flawless. He is a shield for all who take refuge in him. 31 For who is God besides the LORD ? And who is the Rock except our God? 32 It is God who arms me with strength and makes my way perfect. 33 He makes my feet like the feet of a deer; he enables me to stand on the heights. 34 He trains my hands for battle; my arms can bend a bow of bronze. 35 You give me your shield of victory, and your right hand sustains me; you stoop down to make me great.      

A hand reaches down from on high, and suddenly I feel the warmth of a heavenly embrace.      

The Warrior
©Sue Anderson, All Rights Reserved 2010 – 2011
An-ders-(S)on-shine, Silliness, Stories, Legends, Laughter, & Love™
It is God who arms me with strength and makes my way perfect. Ps.18:32

Protected by Copyscape Online Copyright Protection Software