war·ri·or
[wawr-ee-er, wawr-yer, wor-ee-er, wor-yer] noun
1. a person engaged or experienced in warfare; soldier.
2. a person who shows or has shown great vigor, courage, or aggressiveness, as in politics or athletics.
I
was telling my brother the other day about my writing. My love for
writing, my desire to write and how I've been writing for years. He had
no idea. I explained my first blog, Beautiful Chaos and how I recently changed the title. I
shared the name "Raising Three Arrows" and why, quoting my blog verse,
"…Like a warrior’s fistful of arrows are the children of a vigorous youth. Oh, how blessed are you parents…" Psalm 127:3-5 MSG
"So, do you consider yourself a warrior?" he asked.
I paused a moment as an indescribable image went through my mind.
"Yes. Yes I do." I replied.
He lifted his head and looked me straight in the eye, "
Momma warrior."
....
MOMMAS.
Get
this.
We are not the
same.
We do not live the same
lives.
We do not eat the same
food.
We do not dress
alike.
We may not speak the same language.
We do not discipline nor teach our children the same
way.
Many of us
live and breathe in different time zones.
WE ARE NOT THE SAME.
God did not create us to be same.
But we share one common thread:
WE ARE "MOMMA WARRIORS".
And
that's it mommas. WE ARE WARRIORS, out here on the front lines fighting
for our families; our husbands and our children. We do BRAVE every day.
We make courageous decision every day. We step out in faith so many
moments of our lives, usually without realizing it. And when we
have to stop and think about it, well, we do the best
we can for
our family.
We should be unified by this one common thread. We should be able to call on one another, support one another, and bless one another, because
we are ultimately on the same side.
We are
for our husbands. We are
for our children. We are
for our families.
And that should be enough. Enough reason to stand together and build each other up.