Life is a war

We live our lives. Always with a knowledge of the draft, but never with a hope of it coming to pass. We are drafted to fight in battles and wars, sometimes ours, sometimes others we meet along the way. In battle we fight, we struggle, we survive. Nobody wins, unless in pretend. Our wounds are without and mostly deep within. The scars are ugly and sore and filled with sin. In the end we return and begin again. Wallowing in pity, pain, sorrow, and grief are grounds for those that do not change their belief. Praise, Honor, Valor, and Courage are awarded to those that move forward and flourish in their passage.