As if a mystery, I find myself suddenly an adult, with all it's encompassing roles and responsibilities I suddenly find ladened on my shoulders.

I suddenly find myself having to make choices and decisions like an adult that will affect me for the rest of my life.

Decisions regarding family, friends, church, God.

Many decisions.

I've already made so many mistakes, now I'm afraid to even choose.

Yet the cold hard facts stares back at me and demands that I must - I have no choice.

Ironic, isn't it?

It's a kind of feeling of impending doom, of restlessness, of uncertainty.

This is exactly how I feel right now.

God, You there?

Daily Battles.

I fight battles daily.
I fight battles from the time I wake up, till the time I sleep.
I fight all that is human in me.
I fight all that is carnal in nature.
I fight the wants and the desires that's not of God.
I fight against impatience.
I fight the right to envy and the demand to slack.
I fight the feelings of inadequacy and the ghost of yesteryears, with all its failures and mistakes every single day.
I fight the demons that seeks to devour me everyday, holding off the tentacles that haunts my very sleep.
I fight for my fellow brothers on my knees.
I fight for the church on my knees.
I fight for this broken world on my knees.
I fight that God's truth may shatter the darkness.

I will not rest from endless fight, nor shall my sword sleep in my hand.
Though bloodied and weary I may be, I still fight on.
Though non fight with me, I still fight on.
Though the battle is long and the nights weary, I still fight on.

I don't negotiate. I leave no room for the diplomacy of excuses.

I Fight.

Because great wars are won by small battles.

"Come back with this shield or upon it." - A Spartan mother equips her son for battle.

"Praise be to the LORD my Rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for battle." - King David, Psalm CXLIV

Advent of a New Army Lifegroup