She’s
just a
simple woman,
going
through
life.

She’s
a wife,
a mother,
a grandmother,
a sister
or an aunt
but most
importantly
she’s
the daughter
of the King.

Her responsibilities include {as a daughter of the King} 
Loving Him Exclusively,
Glorifying Him continually,
Obeying Him completely,
Basking in His Grace,
and Enjoying Him the rest of her life.

How does this simple daughter respond to such riches, such peace, and privilege?

As the great King tirelessly defends her people and fights their unseen battles;
the simple thing the Loving King requires of her is {to be in the shadow of His safety} 
protecting what is His.

The Warrior

This morning my thoughts traveled along
To a place in my life where days have long since gone
Beholding an image of what I used to be
As visions were stirred, and God spoke to me

He showed me a Warrior, a soldier in place
Positioned by Heaven, yet I saw not the face
I watched as the Warrior fought enemies
That came from the darkness with destruction for me

I saw as the Warrior would dry away tears
As all of Heaven’s Angels hovered so near
I saw many wounds on the Warrior’s face
Yet weapons of warfare were firmly in place

I felt my hear weeping, my eyes held so much
As God let me feel the Warrior’s prayer touched
I thought “how familiar” the words that were prayed
The prayers were like lightening that never would fade

I said to God “please, the Warrior’s name”
He gave no reply, He chose to refrain
I asked, “Lord, who is so broken that they need such prayer?”
He showed me an image of myself standing there

Bound by confusion, lost and alone
I felt the prayers of this Warrior carry me home
I asked “Please show me Lord, the Warrior so true”
I watched and I wept,
For Mother – the Warrior – was you!

— author unknown

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