We fight dragons every day. Some are real fire-breathing, earth-shattering monsters like the MBBS, others are like irritating whelps that nip at our heels. Some days we seem victorious, but let's not kid ourselves into thinking we've slain the dragons cos they often return the next day, as vicious as ever.
In this fight, faith is our shield and courage our sword. Friends are comrades who stand beside us. But on certain dark nights (like this), we find ourselves alone, tired and overwhelmed. The shield and sword lie discarded and forgotten in flight, and we are left whimpering and shivering in a corner. And then. The dragon. Bites.
Wounded warriors we are, fighting the dragons of each new day while bearing the wounds of yesterday's battles. But I believe that God is the hope that gives us strength for each new day; joy and laughter are the salves that soothe the scars of previous days; and love the bond that keeps us together, that helps us stand a little bit taller, and pick up our sword/shield to face the dragons of tomorrow.
Merry Christmas, Dragonslayers.
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