I look down at my combat gear and see the white dress dirty, tattered, torn, drenched in my tears and blood stains from the battle. My boots are covered in mud and full of holes. The soles are down to bear threads and my sword is dull from all of the hours and hours of yielding it against my enemies.
I am sitting bent over exhausted from the onslaught of one attack after another, realizing it has been days since I have had time to rest! Yet, my soul cries out in deep anguish for those still in enemy territory unable to fight on their own.
Lord, renew my strength so I can return to the front lines, I pray!
He gently takes my hand in His and guides me to HIS resting place. He reminds me that this battle is His and the assignment has gone to someone else today. It is time for refreshing in order to return to the battle he has commanded me to fight.
I take off my boots and begin to gently clean my swollen, bloody feet. I dip my hands in the stream beside me and watch blood and dirt trickle away into the stream. I gently pat the deep gashes on my face with the cool water. It is all so refreshing!
Thank you Lord for reminding me to rest and retreat from the battles that are not mine and to remember I need renewed and refreshed to keep fighting my assigned battles.
I am forever,
Your Beloved Warrior Bride
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