The day is at hand

The darkness is spreading throughout every land

But a voice in the stillness still calls me to fight

To throw off the darkness and put on the armor of light

We are warriors

We're an army

And we stand for truth and right

And we know what it is we're fighting for

We will not fall

We will not fail

With God on our side we will always prevail

We will follow Him and make our armor bright

We are warriors of light

When I'm surrounded by friends

Who pull me astray

Or I falter and loosen my hold on the rod

I can look in the mirror

And see a light shining

Deep within, there's a fire

For I am a child of God

We are warriors

We're an army

And we stand for truth and right

And we know what it is we're fighting for

We will not fall

We will not fail

With God on our side we will always prevail

We will follow Him and make our armor bright

We are warriors of light

The darkness is raging

But that's no surprise

We'll banish the night

With the light in our eyes

Though darkness is raging

We'll stand and we'll fight

For we are

Warriors of light

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I wrote that song years ago. It came to my mind today, as I looked at my life. Some days I wish life could be simpler. Easier. Perhaps something like the lives I see in people who don't have all the problems I do.

But then I come back to reality. My reality is a mess. Yes, I had a beautiful, almost idyllic childhood. It prepared me with a vision of God and helped me connect with Him. But every moment since has been on the battlefield - a battlefield for my own soul and the souls of everyone around me.

And even though I often wish I had been called to serve somewhere else, the warrior heart within me is who I am. I'm a missionary. And I *always* will be.

What it means is that my life will likely always swirl with clouds and darkness. The water will always be deep. And, at least for this life, God will likely be my only lasting source of peace, hope, and simplicity in life. Yes, I'll find moments of peace and happiness... but I'm on a battlefield. Let's be real here. I'm fighting for souls, and that means warring with devils, demons, and the natural man. Life is going to be rough.

But that's ok, right?

Ok because one person is worth it. My own soul is worth it. And even if my soul doesn't make it, lifting someone else is still worth it too.

There are people who work as forest and fire rangers in places hundreds of miles from civilization. They work to protect the safety of wildlife and surrounding communities... and give up contact with the world around them.

In the world before this, perhaps I signed up to be a ranger for souls. Maybe that's why God has left me single for so long... or why He has been so deeply involved in my life. Why He puts people in my path. Why I constantly run into walls and learn to be humble.

God has a work for everyone who comes to this world. A calling and a purpose and a meaning and a place in the Plan of Happiness.

May I continue to seek and find meaning, purpose, happiness, and peace in mine.