Resolve

I was born without confrontation skills.

I'd really rather crawl into a hole and die than get into a conflict with someone. As I grow and change, I'm trying to develop biblical skills for dealing with differing opinions, or hurts, or arguments. But still, conflict makes me want to pull the covers up over my head.

Unless my family is concerned.

I'll fight 1,000 battles in its defense.

The primitive mama animal instinct bubbles up from somewhere in the depths of me, wraps its fingers tightly around my heart, and I find that I'll fight any fight with anyone.

I can't go into detail at the moment, but we're being called to protect this thing the Lord has built through us. And while I find myself exhausted from the sheer weight of it, I find that inside of me is a resolve I don't think I knew I had.