Warrior

I think that a lot of us women walk around pissed off at the world. Over what, I'm not too sure of. Past injustices, past hurts, unmet expectations. What ever it is that sets us off...we carry it, sometimes without even realizing it. Then we take it all out on the ones who are the closest to us. Usually our husbands or kids. We over analyze and super criticize. A misconstrued wrong look sets us off... and we're going.

Satan wins. He sits back and grins. Mission accomplished. He's hit pay dirt.

As women we have the tendancy to raise our swords (mostly it seems) to everyone who loves us. We swing wildly and uninhibitedly. We pierce, jab and hack off. Not at the enemy, but at out allies. Leaving us alone and wondering why we are in a battle by ourselves. Not even sure who the battle is against!

We lower our swords, look around and find that we stand alone. If we look closer we will find our husbands, children and loved ones flung on the way side clutching at their wounds.

Valiant warriors that we are, we lower our swords. Lay them down for a moment, and when complete compassion should cover us, we finish the killing of our loved ones hearts by thinking; "They deserved what they got" or, "They should have gotten out of the way".

Battle won.

Victory for the enemy.