gift.

The privilege is given.

To choose good.

To fight evil.

To know what is right and what is wrong in the swirling grey of life.

Often I forget that.

I get caught in the drudgery of living and I forget to fight.

That this life is a battlefield.

That I am a soldier.

That this life is a war.

Life a tragic wonder.

It hurts so, so bad.

And yet it is so, so beautiful.

The sun kisses the horizon, the ocean crashes into the shore.

Hearts break, hearts are mended.

People are condemned, people are redeemed.

Each beauty, each tragedy is a brush-stroke on the Creator's canvas.

And in His goodness He has given me to the privilege to live for Him.

To fight in His battles.

To knowingly glorify Him.

And may I never forget that gift.