The warrior fears little and, even if afraid, moves forward into the darkness with a faith that supersedes the shadows.  Our biggest challenge is ourselves, the war within between fierce competition, power, righteousness and compassion. 

Why be compassionate when I’m right and not acknowledged?!  The phrase “do you want to be happy or do you want to be right” sounds like a trick?  How can I be happy if I’m not right?!  This is the scrappy snarling dog I face.  My battle is bringing up compassionate understanding–or rather compassion without understanding–to that voice within me that often coalesces into a person outside of me.

A good warrior spars often with her team, using new tools and tactics to sidestep useless arguments, mud-slinging tit-for-tat skirmishes, and tiresome posturing. Here I put on my soft armor of Your love, so that You can be the shield of compassion that blunts any spears.  My determined claim of Your Presence is my banner.