Battle Cry

Kneel, brave child, a mere boy no more

Bold one, stand up as The Enemy roars

Fight, dear one, with the champions you rise

Put an end to the torment of the Evil One’s lies

You direct the future of all those you see

Stand firm, my child, and fight for me.

June 8, 2010

Leaena Tigris

We are in the middle of a battle, thrown in unprepared, but given all that we need. A fire burns in us like nothing that can ever exist when we are on our own. We fight in strategically colonized groups. Placed by those who know how to help us and by those who oppose us and, though in the same battle, tear us down which, through time, strengthens us. The swordsman is placed by the archer and it is up to each to protect the other. We are one through unification in this war and in this life and world. We are as one for who we are and what we believe. We work together, though distant. We are never alone. Nothing matters. Everything that has been hidden and unseen throughout our life does not even exist as far as we know. Nothing. Absolutely nothing.  Everything that we never said, everything that we always needed to hear, we cover that. We solidify under pressure and threat and danger. All of those components together make up a solid, unified, unthreatened, undaunted, fearless group of warriors which none of us are noble enough to be considered part of. 

We are given all that we need to fight in this war, but not trained in the way that we expect. From the moment that you become a soldier, you must choose whether you will fight or you will stand in the middle of the angry hornets’ nest that is our battlefield and wait for training until you are run through and your life is gone, wasted by uselessness and lack of use in itself. Everybody dies, but not everyone lives. People just don’t get that. There’s more to living than being alive. If you are physically alive, but that’s it, you exist. You have no purpose, no plan, nothing. You are a single grain of sand dropped down into an endlessly deep abyss. Lost. You are lost. Not irretrievable, but lost. Gone. You exist and that is all that you know how to do. 

If you are internally alive, you are standing on that battlefield, you have a purpose and you know what that is, you know that you are destined to fight, but you just stand there. You deserve to get run through for every single stupid thing that you will ever do and you deserve to die. We all do. We just stand there, but we don’t get it. This is not a game, this is a war. This is not some fantasy in your head where you can erase your actions and start over, what’s happened has happened and there is nothing that you or anybody else can do about it. We drive on and don’t look back; it doesn’t mean we can’t learn from our pasts. We need to learn from it or we are going to make the same stupid mistakes that we’ve always made day after day and we will continue to pound nails through the hands of someone who died for us. We tone it down way too much. That is what this whole battle is and we lose focus of the point. We forget why we’re fighting in the first place. We fight to defend ourselves and defend the only one who chose to defend us. We fight for everything that comes against us to try to knock us down and make it seem like we are alone and useless and completely lost, hopeless, irredeemable, unseen, unheard, and unknown. 

But no, when we are united through the blood of our King, we are unshakable, unchangeable, untouchable, and we are protected. Nothing can stop us from doing what we were destined to do all along. If you are fighting like you should be, then you know that this is war and we are fighting to the death. There is nothing that can stop us or hold us back. Nothing can touch us or cause us to fail other than our own, dead selves and our disbelief. If we could only get rid of those forever, if we could throw those aside and burn them into oblivion, we could fight and be unshakable in every aspect from everything. We would be, in essence, invincible. Doubt, worry, self-centeredness, jealousy, and hatred would not exist within us. We would be perfect and there would be nothing that could stop us from doing what we are called to do in all circumstances. But we cant. We can’t just burn it or shake it off, it comes back to get us and that’s what we are fighting. 

We are fighting darkness with light: fighting within ourselves and out in the open in the realm of the unknown. We have sided with the darkness since the beginning, but now we are in the light and this is a war of the living versus the dead. We have to re-kill ourselves each day to remain alive. Darkness itself can not approach, let alone touch light, but if we refuse to show that light by serving and loving and doing whatever it is that we are called to do we will end up sinning which, for all the geniuses out there, we happen to do a lot. 

Take a look around. This can not be all that there is. Look at the guy walking past you at Wal-Mart. He could be dying for all you know. Glance at that teenage girl in front of you in the drive through line at Wendy’s, she could be just as much of a fighter as you. Not everyone is what you will make them out to be. I’m not saying that we should judge them or make up stories about them or try to guess what is going on in their life, my point is simply that they might need some prayer. They are dying and you are watching them, you have the power to pull them out of darkness, now will you use it? Will you be on the frontline? Are you just going to stand there and wait for Death to find you or are you going to use every minute of time that you have to fight?

"I declare that they will speak to the walking dead in our streets and we will see them come to life again!"  -Mattie Montgomery

" 'You can burn in hell for all I care' is the message we send to all those to whom we neglect to preach the Gospel." - Mattie Montgomery

“He was the King of the Universe, yet He lowered himself down enough to become one of us slimy little meat bugs.”  -Riverblade

“He died for you. I mean, just listen to it, He died for you. Are any of you out there dying right now for someone? I don’t think so. And still we continue to do all those little, stupid things to Him every single day. How can you not get that?”  -Riverblade

                “We fight together and that’s the only way that we can survive here. We can’t do this alone, we have to do this as one. I am with you until the end.” –Leaena Tigris

God said... I said...

I think I actually saw this in a magazine once. Something similar anyway, and I made my own. I wrote this on November 11, 2011. Or at least, that's what the document properties say. 

I said: I can’t last much longer here.  God said: Yes you can. I know that you can.  But I wasn't ready when you put me into this.  Yes you were, child. I gave you everything that you needed to do this for me. You've lasted this long, why give up now?   Because I can’t go on. You don’t know what I’m going through.    Yes I do.  You don’t feel like your parents love you. Your old friends have left you and you’re relying on your new friends to help you through this. Your brother can’t seem to leave you alone and your sister either ignores or opposes you.   Well, yeah, but why did you put me in this family? In this position? In this life?   Because I need to strengthen you. I need to prepare you for what you will face later on.   But why this? You could have at least put me somewhere where I feel safe and secure. Somewhere where I would have the encouragement and support that I need.    I told you, you have everything that you need, I just have to make you stronger. Everyone feels alone at some point, you know that. Is the only way to do that to put me here and leave me?  You know that I haven’t left you. I've always been with you. But you don’t show up anymore. Not like you used to. But I’m here. I've always been right by your side. Then how come I can’t tell that You’re there? Why don’t you do anything with my problems? If You are right beside me, then You should know what’s happening and do something about it. Is this just a game to You!? Is it fun for You to watch me go through all of this? No, it’s not. Look around you. I've given you friends that are like a second family to you. I've given you time and dedication. I've given you skills. Please stop trying to push me away. Let me hold you. Let me talk to you. But what about- None of that matters. I know what you hide and what you don’t tell anyone, you’re safe now. I love you.    I know you do.    You have a purpose.   But I don’t think I’m ready.   You are.    What if I mess up? What if I can’t do it?    You can do it.    But what about everything that people have said to me? What about all the ways that I've been treated?   I know all about that. You don’t think that you are worth anything, but you are. You are worth My Son. Don’t forget that. Okay, but you don’t understand how I feel! How could you?   Because I've felt that way. You feel useless. You don’t feel loved or wanted, you don’t think that you are worth anything because that’s what people have told you for the last three years. You aren't sure who you are or where your life is taking you. Did you forget that my son was abandoned and hated by his own people? Do you not remember what they did to Him? I know that you remember that. You've known it since you were little.    But… I know. I’m sorry. I’m just mad and I don’t understand why You were doing this to me.    I know.  Come here. Rest. Don’t worry about anything, I’m holding you. It doesn't matter. I’m here for you. I've been walking through this with you. Don’t worry.    Thank you... for everything.    Rest, my child, you have a mission to go on soon.    I’m ready.    I know you are.   What is it that you want me to do?  Everything. Fight for me, rescue the dying, and comfort the lonely. You know what to do.  I’m ready, God, I’m ready now.

That We Were Made- Part 2

We’re pack animals. Have you noticed that? I mean, think about it. In the most obvious sense, girls go to the bathroom in herds (for reasons unknown to me). When crimes occur, even if people are direct eyewitnesses, studies show that people doubt what they see if others do not react. Peer pressure doesn’t seem so much to be inflicted by others but by ourselves because of our tendency to follow others. People were meant to be together. Depression often stems from loneliness. Hopelessness and despair come from lack of friends and therefore love. I find that fascinating….

Tiger Eyes

Ok, I was eight when I was writing this, so don't go too hard on it. May I take a moment to point out, I try to avoid using exclamation points and parenthesis now and I realize that the placement of a tiger as well as the events that occur are highly unlikely. Actually, I don't think any of the facts are accurate at all. I realize that too. Really, it's a random scene from nothing at all. The first part is the original and the second is a rewrite. Maybe it'll turn into a short story, but I don't know yet. Tell me what you think! :)

It was a rainy day in the woods when I was running home. All of a sudden I saw a brightly colored tiger! It growled and roared as the rain dribbled down on him, the plants, and leaves. I went over to it. As I did he purred, then I asked him if he'd carry me home. He said "yes". So I climbed up on his back and off he ran! I could hardly see the trees and the tall (not to mention itchy) grass. But I could feel the rain stinging my face as it poured down and the whipping of the wind. And from then on we were best friends.


This is the rewrite:


The rain poured down in the forest, dripping off of leaves onto the ground all around me. I ran home, my feet pounding the same trail I'd followed so often before. But something was different this time. A smell? I slowed and looked around me. A tiger. 

A tiger watched me from up ahead, amber eyes staring through the grey haze. The rain streamed down his face and body, journeying through the magnificent beast's fur. It gazed at me in silence for a while, each of us transfixed on the other. I looked down into its face and it looked back at mine. How'd I gotten so close? I thought of looking back to see if I'd moved, or if it had been the tiger. But no. That face, the golden eyes reaching out to me, it was captivating. My breath caught in my throat. My heart pounded. This beautiful, majestic creature was right in front of me. He could kill me if he wanted to. Why didn't he? I saw my hand reach out toward the tiger's face. It felt unreal, as if I was watching someone else perform this act. The tiger blinked slowly, like a house cat signaling friendship. My hand found his head and moved behind his ear as if he were a large dog. A low rumbling resounded, strong as thunder. He was purring. The tiger was purring. I watched in awe as he nuzzled my hand then stood in front of me. For a few minutes, I couldn't figure out what he was doing. Finally, I understood his offer. With all the courage I could muster and all the excitement I thought possible for a human being, I climbed upon his back. 
I could hardly see the trees as he ran. They swept past in a blur of browns and greens. The tall grasses rushed along beneath me like a raging river. The rain pelted my body. It stung my face and I could barely open my eyes in the wind. But all of my senses had become unnecessary. I felt a new exhilaration overflow within me, pouring into my blood and seeping into my bones. Pure joy as I had never known it before flooded my entire being. It was then I knew. He was my tiger. My Tiger. 

Stars

Stars amaze me. Have you ever seen a picture of the galaxy? If you haven't, go look one up. There are countless stars. And that’s just in ONE galaxy. Somewhere in that milky haze there’s a planet. And on that planet there are millions of little people. Now back up again to the galaxy. That thing is HUGE. How many people would it take to fill it? I have no idea. But that’s a good question. Maybe I’ll do the math some other time. If we were to look at a galaxy- the actual thing, not a picture- and if it were as big as a house, how big would the earth be? My point is, we’re astoundingly, incredibly, unimaginably tiny. We start off as one cell and somehow… somehow we’re all accounted for. Each of us. Our tears are collected and our names are called from heaven. How mind blowing is that? Again, I love the stars. Maybe they’re just balls of gas floating in space but astronomy never really interested me. I don’t care what they are, but they’re beautiful. They light up a dark sky like little flecks of silver on a black velvet backdrop. Like little diamonds hanging on tiny  threads above all of creation. Maybe it’s just me, but I think they’re incredible.

Dots on the horizon

White, yellow, and red

A concrete jungle

Waits hopefully ahead

Yet up above, a city

Bright and shining flame

Galaxies and planets

Each known to Him by name

A city of stars hangs overhead

Comets ablaze

Planets on threads

Perfectly orchestrated

Uniquely designed

Beautifully created

At the beginning of time

A more beautiful city

Has never been seen

Stare at the stars

That hang over me

By: Leaena Tigris

March 11, 2012   10:03 pm

I've entertained fantasies of laying outside, watching those stars. My boy comes and lays next to me. I take his hand and smile and we just lay there, watching the universe in silence because words are futile when it comes to such serenity of scene and emotion. Granted, these are only fantasies, but they spark up a flame of hope. Hope that hope really does exist. Hope that there is a purpose and a future out there for me. But you know what? The King of Glory is crowned with stars. His glory makes them seem like pebbles set beside the most brilliant diamond. And you know what else? The same God who made those astonishing stars created us too. And to top it all off, we are made in His image. So not only are we made by the maker of the stars, we are infinitely more beautiful, more wonderful, because we are made like Him. Just a thought from the myriad of wonders swirling in my head.

Power

This has been in my drafts for months. Since June, actually. Shorter than the others, but I mean every bit of it.

What power we have! Not power of our own, but of the One who sent us. What great strength we have received that we should be able to heal the sick and blind, to restore the crippled, to cast out demons, to move even mountains. We are but recipients of that power, as it comes not of our will but of His. So we rely on His will for our power and oh what power it is. That we would speak in the name of our God as we are moved and commanded and that people would hear as he has ordained. We are blood-bought and sanctified by the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ, the one who grants us this power. Therefore we owe him everything that we are. Our lives, our time, our beings, everything we are and posses to our Master. We are self-inflicted slaves, chained to our Love and Peace. Not called to physical war, but to spiritual, as we fight with the power of the Living God. Living as such warrior does not go unnoticed. Perhaps unrewarded for a time, but let your glory come at the hand of the Almighty Alpha rather than men for the praises of Man will fade, die, and rot away, but the appraisal of the Most High God endures forever.