I have always wanted to be a warrior. I want to fight important battles and save the world. I have always wanted to be important, I want to have something to offer the world.
This morning it hit me, a realization that some great warrior women have influenced me, have been a part of my life and they are now in the presence of their King, worshiping. Their earthly prayer and worship has become a heavenly offering. Each of these warriors that have left this earth over the last year, spent time praying for me. I will never forget being a scared teenager, the night before a surgery and getting a phone call from one of these amazing women and she prayed for me and encouraged me and reminded me of who I was in Christ. Another one of these women prayed faithfully for our youngest and was always quick to check-up on him and his health. Some of these women prayed for my mom before she was my mom, before she was a Crocker and prayed for me through childhood and adolescence and into adulthood. I look at the children in my life, will I be that for them?
These women died with Christ on their lips. They inhaled Christ and exhaled prayer and praise. That is who I want to be, I have asked myself over the last week, do I need to be in my nineties or can I do it now, can I be a warrior like that now. In the kingdom of our God, being a warrior is not about tackling important problems in my own strength but taking it to the throne of my King.
May I be a warrior that inhales Christ and exhales prayer and praise!
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