The thing I like about warriors is the awesome images that come to mind.  I think of David facing Goliath, running into the fight, no need for armor, just ready to do battle with the bad guy.  A well-placed stone and the bully with the barbs falls to his knees.  Pretty heroic stuff.  I wonder if I have that “stuff” in me.  Sometimes, maybe.

It appears that life isn’t for wimps.  It’s not simple.  A few minutes here and there, it’s easy, but it’s more about running into the battle than it is about sitting on the sidelines.  We always have a choice.  We can approach life as warriors and arm ourselves in every possible way for a fighting chance, or we can be worriers waiting for life to slap us around a little more.  When it does, we act like that’s what we expected anyway.

Ah…perhaps that’s the difference.  What is it we expect?  Warriors expect to do battle. They have strategies.  They plan their moves looking for the best possible outcomes.  They give 110% knowing that backing off in the midst of the siege won’t do the trick.  Worriers plan for the worst.  They anticipate the retreat, how soon to turn and run, how quickly they should cave in to the outcome they project.

Expectation then is part of the equation and perhaps a big part of the outcome.  When it comes to prayer, there are warriors and worriers.  On any given day, I’m one or the other.  Sometimes I have the unshakable faith of that boy David who found that the armor of others didn’t really fit him, so he had to go into battle believing, trusting, knowing that the God of his heart would protect him and give him the winning moment.  Other times, I’m a loose canon that fires, but couldn’t hit the target to save me, much less anyone else, because I have no idea what the outcome will be and no real sense that God even knows I’m about to take a shot.  Recently though, God gave me a big reminder about all of this.

My younger daughter is still in college.  She works full time, and also part time at night to earn more money to help pay for going to school as well as other things she needs.  She tries not to have to lean on her parents for help.  As a parent, my expectation is to step in at a moments notice.  Sometimes though my only help is prayer.  When Grace called me  to discuss  the money issues for her coursework for summer school in Colorado, we both were nearly in tears.  The school had raised the rates for room and board, nearly doubling what it had been the year before and so with that need, and just getting there from Ohio, paying the tuition and all the rest, it was a Goliath moment.

Since security issues have always played Goliath for me, I did the best I could to get my warrior activated and put the worrier away.  I prayed for a solution, knowing we needed an answer immediately since the money had to be paid in just a matter of days.  My only recourse was probably a credit card and so I could at least ease my mind that we would find a way.  God’s credit is better than mine though.

My daughter had prepared for this battle earlier on by applying for a scholarship.  She wrote an incredible essay about what this scholarship would mean to her in the work she does as an American Sign Language interpreter.  I was so proud of what she had written.   She called me this week and started reading me a letter from the scholarship committee that said she would be awarded $10,000 and that her room and board for this summer would be fully paid as well.  It was the kind of thing that brings warriors to tears and reminds worriers to believe again.

Today…the worrier in me retreats into the background knowing that any time I align my heart to God’s plan, Goliath is defeated and the warrior wins.  To all the prayer warriors out there, I say keep trusting, believing, and praying.  May all of you win today.

  1. Nancy Brummett says:

    Hooray for Grace! I have this image of a cherub-faced little girl and know she must be a beautiful woman–sounds like inside AND out. Good reminders, Karen. I’m often in the place of not being able to do anything BUT pray for our adult kids and it keeps me on my knees as they go through various trials, job interviews, etc.
    Blessings,
    Nancy

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