Armed and Dangerous

I awake, leave my bed, move about in my morning haze
—and the enemy encroaches.

At first, with stealth,
snatching bits of joy, tiny particles of peace.

Then he bites.

A small anger flares.
I growl and bat away the unseen assault.

I could pout, gloom up my day as I sometimes do.

This time I pause in awareness… and remember:

I am on the battlefield. 

Every step taken toward You angers my enemy.
He has seen, sensed our tender moments and is rankled.
He has tiptoed on taloned feet into my kitchen.

Alone, I am easy prey.

With You, I am indomitable.

This world is where the enemy camps.
I am behind enemy lines.
Fight or be taken, there is no middle.

The sleeping Warrior Princess in me awakes.
Back stiffened, she stands tall in defiance.

Armor up, she shouts, raising her fist to the sky. I want to be lethal!

Hackles raised, I’m eager to do damage.

Warrior King.
I sense You.
Feel You.

Standing alongside me, in me.
Making my back straight and strong.

Standing in You, I mount a firm defense.
Full of You, I am a force to be reckoned with.
Immersed in You, I am an assassin in the enemy’s camp, slaying his lies and deceits one step, one word, one decision at a time.

Fill me to overflow with Your fluid, invincible Self.
Ooze from my every pore.
Wash over me, through me, from me.

I’m brimming.

So full of the divine, liquescent You that I slosh as I walk,
gush as I speak,
spill as I run,
puddle as, at last, I lay down at night.

Warrior Princess.
Assassin for Truth.

Stealthy, bold
—she stalks through the enemy’s camp,
leaving sodden, sanctified footprints in her wake.

Armed and dangerous.
Imbued with You.