Last night as I prayed, I asked “Who are you, Lord?” again. He replied, “Chief Warrior. Lead Warrior.” Oh my. A lengthy conversation ensued, with images and descriptions of just what those two terms meant. As I study and meditate further on all that, I thought I’d re-post an old post or two about who, and what, God’s warriors are.
No matter what else I was doing – housework, grocery shopping, reading – I would begin to feel grief-stricken, as though something really bad had happened somewhere, or was getting ready to.
I was 14 the first time this happened, June 16, 1957 when my great grandmother Mary Emily Dunnahoe Springs died. I didn’t know her really, had only visited her once or twice with my grandmother. I knew she’d been bedridden because of a broken hip for years, but had no idea she was sick otherwise.
Spending the summer at my grandparents’ farm in Effingham, I had just gone to bed when suddenly a horrible sadness come over me for no reason. I was wondering what on earth was wrong with me when the phone rang and my grandmother Mimi went…
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