I've always thought I was born a fighter and maybe I was. There is a good possibility that I became a fighter because I had to be one to survive. Are we all fighters? Or is it only us 30%ers that didn't succumb to the alcohol and drugs? For me, to breathe alone is a battle.
The problem with this is that I don't know when or how to turn it off. Some issues aren't worth fighting over. For instance if the issue doesn't even involve me then WHY must I be ready to put on the gloves and just lay the slap-down on someone in such a crazy way? I can feel my pulse rise and my adrenaline starts pumping so fast I think my heart might beat out of my chest...
Today I have no profound words for how to NOT pick up the gloves; I'm currently searching for that. For now, I am eternally grateful that God gave me the ability to protect myself through all of the hard stuff. The stuff that most people don't have to even dream about. Thank you God for teaching me to pick up the gloves. Now, please God help me learn when the appropriate time is to take them off.
~amen
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