I have joined God’s Army, and what a blessing it is, for I have fought myself the majority of my existence. Night after night, no rest in-between, my daily battles, my self-inflicted wounds. God’s Army saved me from myself, I held myself spiritually captive, a prisoner of my own war. On my knees in my cell my prayers roared out loud craving to be heard, spiritual hunger, my motivation. My prayers were heard and thankful I am, for I have joined God’s Army, and what a blessing it is.
“Blessed be the Lord my Rock, Who trains my hands for war, and my fingers for battle.”
A psalm of David