It seems you never realize you forgot to protect yourself until it's too late.
We never think we need knee pads or a helmet until after we have the scars to remind us just how bad the damage can get.
We tend to take more risks then we can stand and hope it all works out in the end.
It’s crazy that I can walk into battle everyday,
taking hit after hit,
not thinking about the armor I left hanging at home.
When I joined this regiment I was given the best there is, yet I walk out into the world without it as though we aren't in constant war.
I deceive myself into thinking I'm fine,
All the while my father has to defend my every step and patch every scrape.
I cry out to Him, blaming Him for not protecting me when He has already equipped me with all I need,
I just lack the self control to use it;
complaining that it's restrictive.
When will I learn that all he gives is a blessing that I should receive with joy and excitement.
So on those days my spiritual armor feels heavier than normal;
I need to remember that I just have to be patient,
I will grow into it.