Battle Weary

And so, the battle rages. My armor slips from time to time; my body has the scars to prove it. Still, I fight.

Jesus, 128. Satan, 0.

I'm so glad the battle has already been won. God could end it at any moment, but he lets it wage. Why? I think I know.

Fighting ...
... improves my strategic skills.
... strengthens my resolve.
... deepens my faith in the One who aims my sword.

So I continue the fight. But I'm never alone. So thankful for a battle plan that is sure to succeed.