People say that I’m amazing
Never face retreat
But they don’t see the enemies
That lay me at His feet
And they don’t know that I go running home when I fall down
They don’t know who picks me up when no one is around
I drop my sword and cry for just a while
‘Cause deep inside this armor
The warrior is a child
‘But you’re like – a saint or something!’ My brother stood looking at me a little aghast. We were sharing memories of a painful time in our teenager years, and he was shocked to find how affected I was by them. And how much I too had struggled in them.
I’ll never forget the surprise in his voice or on his face. I was as equally surprised at his reaction as he was to know of my struggle. He looked at me as a strong unshakable person. As one who seemed to roll through life’s painful seasons with a grace and maturity that denied the circumstances.
Oh, what he did not know was that the grace and ease he perceieved was not pedestal sainthood, but a child who wept and fell daily before the Throne. A child learning to wield the sword.
Over a decade has passed since then, and enemies still lay me before His feet. I come home some days, drop my sword, and cry a little. While the warrior may become seasoned and more mature, the need for the child to find comfort, encouragement and grace before the Throne never changes.
As long as there are children of God, there will always be ‘deep inside this armor
The warrior is a child‘. We are His children! We have full access to the Father and everything on Heaven and Earth is His.
The heavens are Yours, the earth also is Yours; The world and all its fullness, You have founded them. Psalm 89:11
With everything He has for us, and everything we are as His, we still have the freedom and the grace to come and cry a bit before the Throne. The wounded warrior He does not reject. He receives them as a child.
I rarely give myself the grace to think of myself as a child. Instead I condemn myself for feeling weak in the battle. What my brother and others perceive as strength, I only see the struggle.
It’s the struggle that produces the strength of character.
Therefore, since we have been justified through faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom we have gained access by faith into this grace in which we now stand. And we boast in the hope of the glory of God. Not only so, but we also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. And hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured out into our hearts through the Holy Spirit, who has been given to us. Romans 5:1-5
Do you know a strong person? Someone who you think of as a strong Christian? Chances are what you see as strength is battle scars.
Like my brother, I too tend to see the strength in others and miss the story that is creating the room for the strength to grow. Strong people need encouragement.
Personally there have been many nights when I wished someone would see past the warrior to the child in me. And the times when people do has been life changing. Encouragement is like a protein boost for a warrior.
I’ve also been guilty of thinking toward others: ‘I probably shouldn’t say anything, they probably already know they are good at that‘ or ‘they seem like they have it all together, why would they need my encouragement‘?
Since when is encouragement only for certain people? Everyone needs it.
That ‘strong person’ you look up too and thought of a minute ago? Will you drop them a text, a hug, or a bit of encouragement today? You have the power to empower the warrior and comfort the child.
The Warrior is a Child – by Twila Paris (Oldie, but goodie)
“Strong People” is Day 28 of ‘In Deep’ a 31 Days Series