Here is my writing. I do not pretend to be a great writer or poet. I write what is on my heart.

I hope that you enjoy my posts. I hope that they touch you in one way or another. Most of all I hope that they make you think.

Verse(s) of the Week

Mal 3:10



Monday, May 24, 2010

A knight in tattered Armor

As I grew up I was taught to hold women to the highest standards and to treat them with the highest respect. To honor and cherish them and to sacrifice everything for them when the situation arises. As a man of Christ I am called to defend them and myself when dragons arise in my life and in theirs. I have failed many times in my life and I have the burns to prove it. This tale is for all those who battle dragon’s everyday, and know that their armor is anything but shiny.



Through the woods walked a scrawny and lanky lad of about 9 years old. There was nothing spectacular about him, and many would not give him a second glance. His hair was curly and large upon his seemingly over sized head, and looked like it did not know whether it wanted to be brown or blond. His arms were longer than usual and added to his wiry appearance. His chin was pronounced and he had a mole right above his upper lip. His smile revealed over sized teeth that would one day be grown into and his eyes were as blue as the sky. His knees were scraped and bruised as he sometimes dragged his left foot; this fact often led to tripping and falling on nasty “thorn soldiers”. I will get to the dragon wars later in the tale, but now it is time to get to know me. If you read the above you know my looks at least at age 9. There will be some embellishment from my imagination as a youth as well to make a better story. My dragon wars are far from over, but this is where I will begin.
I grew up far in the woods; far enough from the city to know how to use my imagination and how to truly dream. I trudged through the woods with my wooden sword (a broken hockey stick) in my hand and dreamed that I was a Knight in shining armor. I did not have a steed because I was a country night and there were no roads in the woods. I was on a mission, a mission to save my one true love. What she looked like I did not know, all I knew is that she needed me, and in my heart I knew I needed her. She was in trouble and I needed to be there for her. I was made to protect her. I was made to slay the Dragons that held both of our lives captive. I knew then as I do now that in my heart I know that I will not be complete without her. To that fact I knew that I could not do this alone. I needed someone else, someone to guide me. As a knight, especially a rural knight I needed a master. Who better a master than my own creator Jesus Christ? I looked for His guidance on this road, as I still do to this day. I look to Him for strength to defeat my Dragons.
As I trudged I wondered; God how will I find my love and protect her? How will I know how to find the dragons and how will I know how to slay them? How will I have the strength to do all this? Did I have enough courage? To all of these questions He said that often times the dragons would find me and I would not have to look for many of them at all. He also told me that in all things to look to Him and to never lean on my own understanding.



I would have written more, but I am sick. The next installment will be coming soon, God willing.