Cultivating the Warrior Spirit
You might not feel like a warrior, but let me state my case before you make any final decisions.
I believe we are all warriors, deep down, and we are called to fight.
We fight for what we believe in.
We fight for our brothers and sisters. We fight for our families. We fight for our friends. And most importantly, we fight for ourselves.
You are here for a reason. And, it’s a miracle that you are here.
It’s a miracle that you put down the drugs, the gambling, the alcohol.
It’s a miracle that you are working on your anger, your jealousy, your hatred.
You are a warrior for taking care of yourself. For correcting your ways. For changing from the past you. The you that didn’t care. The you that was self-destructive.
It’s a miracle that you overcame that cancer. that diagnosis. that heartbreak.
Life isn’t easy. In fact, for many, it’s incredibly hard.
But, you fight to stay.
You fight to live a life that is remarkable.
You fight. You fight. You fight.
I believe everyone is a warrior.
We are all fighting a battle, and usually, we are fighting a battle that no one knows about.
It’s a miracle you made it through that mental health crisis.
It’s a miracle you survived that hospitalization.
You made it because you are a warrior.
You. Are. A. Warrior.
Wear it proudly. Because you have the courage to fight.
And now that you know you are a warrior, we can actively choose what it is we fight for.
I fight for peace.
Sounds like a paradox, right?
I fight for joy.
Sometimes it’s hard to be joyous. But I fight for that joy. So that I can give it to others.
When something is bothering me, I give it up and I try my best to be a vessel of love and peace and joy.
I fight for myself.
Everyday.
I have been through the fire. And I have fought hard to be here, where I am today. To be typing these words. At some point, I became a warrior.
And thats when my victory was assured.
I would not let mental illness end me. I struggled with suicidal thoughts for many years. I even attempted once. or twice.
I fell deep into a pit of depression. Back before I ever knew what a warrior was.
Hospitalized thirteen times in thirteen years.
On dozens of medications.
At some point, I began to fight for myself.
Only it wasn’t just me.
Our God is a warrior too. And, he fights for us.
He fought for me.
Healed me.
Saved me.
Blessed me.
Together, we can do anything.