I'm on the front line

This last week, my Granny sent me a poem she wrote. She is one of the few people I have a written correspondence with - you know, snail mail? Yes. it's a lovely thing. I used to think I didn't have time to write unless I could write a full page. Then I received a card from my Granny, and all it said was Thinking of you today while making spaghetti. Love you! That card made my day, and I realized it doesn't take a lot of words to make someone feel special. Here's the poem she shared with me:

Life's battles are raging

I'm on the front line

Sometimes I get so weary

I feel I'm falling behind

Then there rises within me

A power so divine

I'm not in a fox hole

I'm on the front line.

I refuse to be defeated

It just takes a made up mind

So I put back on my armor

And step right back in line

So Satan, get behind me

The power of God is mine

My place is not in a foxhole

I'm on the front line.

My loved ones are depending on me

So I must rise and shine

The Word tells me what to do

And it's not to run or whine

My helmet's on, my breast plate too

The sword is in my hand

I'm not in no fox hole

I'm on the line to stand.

Satan knows he's defeated

Deception's his ole line

He's like a broken record

Some ole garbage all the time

There's no need to let him bluff you

Just don't pay hm any mind

The word is what defeats him

We're not in a fox hole

We're on the firing line.

-Juanita Allgood

What a wonderful revelation! This sweet lady is now in her eighties and has had a lot of physical challenges with age. Yet she wakes at 4 or 5 in the morning and prays for people while she rocks in her favorite chair. Talk about a secret weapon! She is ours, because I know she prays for our family. What an encouragement. I want to be like her when I get older...