To know Him and make Him known

Master’s Commison

Isn’t easy to explain

If you weren’t there

Like a sunset you have to see

The pictures

Don’t do it justice

After this weekend

Our 30 year reunion

The end of an era

My husband said

It was like meeting your band

The people you were on tour with

An apt description

But for me

All these different faces

Were family

Brothers in arms

We went to war together

Accomplished insane often dangerous things

For the love of Christ

When the giants threatened

We locked arms

And threatened back

We danced

Over the camps of the enemy

Fed the hungry

Brought water to the thirsty

We were taught love and servanthood and courage

We were taught things

You only learn

In war

Still

I was worried

Worried about revisiting a chapter

Opening a box

Left unattended for decades

My life is very different

From what I imagined it would be

Back then

I was sure

So sure

Of so many things

The Lord

As He often does

Had different plans

As I walked through the weekend

I realized

I wasn’t worried

About potential judgement

Rejection

Opening boxes

Withering regrets

I was worried

To meet her

To meet myself

The girl I was

So indomitable

Full of energy

Resolute beyond reason

What would she think of me now

Would she ask me

With disappointment

Dark in her eyes

“Where is your weapon?”

This beautiful life

The Lord has brought me to

The infinitely better plans

His unending grace and mercy

Personified

In the hands of my husband

The eyes of my children

Would she understand

The choices I made

The path that led me here

This weekend

In the faces of my friends

I saw the answer

Because to them

In their faces

I am still her

We are the same

I don’t need

To wield my weapon

Because

I never let go of it

The sword I took hold of

In my youth

Has only sharpened itself

Through every trial

Every tribulation

That sought to overtake me

“A right Jerusalem blade.”

The life I lived then

Still pounds like thunder

In my chest

My book is not finished

The pages are still being filled

I’m grateful for my beginnings

For those that helped to make me

For the brave brown eyed girl

Who never gave up

Who raised her hand

Without hesitation

When He asked

“Who will go for me?”

For her expectant feet

Still dancing

Joyful

In my heart

“Blessed be the Lord my Strength.

Who teaches my hands to war and my fingers to fight.”

For my MC bothers and sisters. For Pastor Sims and Mrs. Peggy.

Thank you for teaching me how to hold a sword.