
This armor is heavy, pressing on my shoulders …weighing me down. It’s hard to lift my arms. Barely swinging in time with my stride, my pace slows. I’m fighting a battle with an enemy I didn’t expect and I’m tired.
What will winning look like? What will put an end to this war? I stab blindly into the dark abyss of infertility. My sword is twisted and bent from use. My jabs, barely enough to keep my enemy at bay. Most days I don’t even try. It’s a wonder this has gone on so long. How am I fighting this battle alone?
Friends creep towards the front lines to whisper words of hope. But they don’t stay long. She breathes fear and loneliness. The dragon of infertility leaves even the bravest silent. The bloody battles of menstruation, miscarriage and loss, so formidable – we dare not speak their names. Friends…run away.
I pull a thread bare cloak around me to keep warm. And I drag my feet through dried leaves, barely lifting them. I need to feel connected. Grounded. Bound forever to something bigger than myself.
And I hear it. The small cries of a woman in the distance. I’ve come to know this muffled sound well. The new warriors don’t like to cry. They never want to cry. But I’m here to welcome her…baptize her in the ring of fire. Stop the bleeding, bind the wounds. Help her recover from a loss that cuts wide – and deep. She doesn’t know it, but she’ll play savior to my soul as well. Our tears mingling in a river of grief turned praise. Her presence assures my purpose and in community we’ll find strength. Together, we’ll heal.
I turn…taking steps toward the sound.
And then….remember. God is here in this empty place. In this place of dry bones – where the sun won’t shine…He does. And I feel it. I feel Him. I don’t, we don’t – fight alone.
And then…the lullaby of love stuck in the pit of my heart springs forth. And I open my mouth wide….to sing.
This is the warrior song.
I hear it calling.
Piercing the barrier, breaking the veil
Renewing faith and finding strength
A voice rising and falling…the ebb and flow of the warriors cry
Pick up your sword
Warrior strong, warrior long
He battles with you.
So sprinkle notes of hope
Sing a song of love and praise
This is the warrior song and I’ll sing it loud and true.
I’ll sing it over you.
A little word…
He said, Hearken, all Judah, you inhabitants of Jerusalem, and you King Jehoshaphat. The Lord says this to you: Be not afraid or dismayed at this great multitude; for the battle is not yours, but God’s. (2 Chronicles 20:15 AMP)
A little prayer…
Infertility Prayer Day #31
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