Warrior In My House

Metal clanking against metal. Sunlight glancing off heavy swords, flashing. A twirl here and stab there. Sounds of grunting and bodies slamming. It roars like rolling thunder, bellowing and vibrating the air. The very bloody field of our living room. So plays the battle of my littlest guy. A warrior, taking no prisoners; enemies beware.

A knight in shining armor, er, blue jeans and cowboy boots. Which aren’t so bad. Cowboys that is.

Don’t get me wrong. I don’t encourage this, nor condone it. It just is. Bumps, bruises, punches flying, often is found my little man. A fighter with a gentle, tender side too. Blondish-red hair, small hands and growing feet; a warrior in my house. Battle lines, sword fights, wrestling enemies and victories rage in his imagination. This little son of mine who searches with a spirit for a King.

How simple, yet complex. Whether living rooms, outside yards, or imaginary battles, a real one rages. So it is I tell the story. Of a real King, a Sword, an enemy, a Hero. Our only “super” Hero, who came swaddled among the hay. There my son. A journey beyond a baby, a victory from a grave, a Light in the darkness, our Star of Bethlehem.

Among the jabbing and stabbing, another lesson is found. Neither castle, moats, walls, or knights, be invisible indeed. There is a King who calls His own; it takes a heart to see.

--Tammy


(How true it is of the battle that rages in this world. Not just the physical ones fought on earthen soil, but also the ones in the spiritual realms. It’s this battle I’m trying to get my youngest to see with his little spiritual eyes. He’s so ready to fight the one here in his imagination. How exciting to share with him about a real KING who has real warriors fighting for him. Warriors in the flesh and warriors in the spirit, the angelic armies. But my little guy is still learning, growing. If only I am able to equip& train him for his real battles not just in the right now, but also for later when he’s a man. The awesome, humbling, inadequacies of parenting. All the more reason I need my KING. Oh, that my King would give me wisdom for equipping HIS little warrior!)