Time to Fight.
I am not weak. Weakness makes you a target, it makes you a victim. I stand for the weak, I fight for the weak, I shelter and help and give hope to the weak, but I am never, never the weak. I can't be weak, not ever again. Who am I? This is is one of those questions I thought I'd answered a very long time ago that has suddenly popped up and become irritatingly relevant once again. So who am I? What defines me as a human being? What has made me? I had a conversation about this tonight. How can I be both the person who loves the God of Peace and turns to cutting at the eleventh hour? The paradox. What made me? A lifetime of knowing God, of loving and trusting and hating and clinging to Him. But that isn't the only thing that made me. There was another that molded me, pursued me, tortured me, and stole everything from me. It is he that chases me in my dreams and my waking nightmares, that haunts me in everyt...