The Warrior in Me
"Hand me the forceps..." the doctor told the nurse, "she's stuck."
At this point mom highly regretted her decision of a natural birth. My descent into the world was face up with the shoulders of a line backer. My mothers pregnancy with me was easy and laid back. I didn't give her any trouble. I was quiet and comfortable in the womb. TOO comfortable. Two weeks over due and miserable, my mom was praying and begging me to come out. When I was ready to reveal myself, I came, but I didn't come without a fight. They thought for sure that head of dark hair peeking out had to be their boy. Nope! Girl #3! Now they needed to name me, so mom gave me "Kellie", the last "K" name she liked. My older sisters are Karie and Kim. It was also a family name.
"Warrior"..."Warrior Maiden"..."To War"...all meanings of my name. All the epitome of who I am, where I've been, what I've done, survived and where I'm going. She named me well.
My life and it's many events are a mirror image of my birth. Content, comfortable and in it for the long haul, whatever it may be. Loyal to my surroundings. Happy seeing those around me happy. Until suddenly, it's time for change. Time to make myself known and birth a new chapter of life. Time to shake things up and come out ready to fight. I get that stirring in my gut, and I hear His voice telling me, "You need to do this." I know it's about to get ugly. Change can bring out the ugly. Ugly brings out the warrior in me.
By the age of 30 I had lived more "life" then most my age. Most in part due to how young I started living it. 12 years old, if we are going to be honest. From the partying and fights in my youth along side relationships both physically and emotionally abusive, the devastation of divorce and had suffered heartbreak of every magnitude from unfaithfulness to watching my baby boy take his last breath. I haven't lived the perfect life and by all means do not have the cleanest past. I don't have a pretty in pink or sugar sweet story or image.
What I DO have is a God in my life who will overlook all my faults. All my poor decisions. Who has allowed me to make right what was done wrong over and over. Who when I am battle weary has picked me up and re-armed me to fight again. Who has given me the heart for people. For girls and women like myself who don't fit the standard "church mold" but love the Lord. Tattoo'd, pierced up, bloodied and battle scarred by life, whatever it may be. Thus why I created Warrior Chix! A place where we can share stories of battle and triumph and how our victories were only won through HIM! Where we can encourage and inspire others to keep pressing on. That the past is the past and what matters most is what lies ahead. Our life here is short lived in comparison to the eternal amazingness that awaits us. Until that day comes, I intend to put every talent, gifting and blessing I have received back into helping others.
My life's calling is to cause a shaking when things become stagnant. To switch things up. To be ready to battle whatever and whoever opposes the plan HE has. I was called to be His Warrior!
So I ask...What battles have you conquered? What is the fire He has put inside to bring out the Warrior in YOU? Post in a comment below and perhaps we can share your story here. Be sure to check back often for new Warrior stories! Don't forget to subscribe and share with friends!