I am a Warrior. 2 Corinthians 10:4

 "For the weapons of our warfare are not carnal but mighty in God for pulling down strongholds." NKJV
  "We use God's mighty weapons, not worldly weapons, to knock down the strongholds of human reasoning and to destroy false arguments." JCB

  And the greatest of these is love.
  What? Love is a weapon?
  The enemy of our souls knows it. But we don't have to listen to a single toxic thing he says!
  Love holds the door open for someone else. Love says, "Thank you." Love is patient with the old and the young. Love is equipping our children with the skills to thrive on their own. Love is letting them go. Love is discipline and dedication to something greater than ourselves.

  I think of the famous image from the 1960's of a war protester putting a flower in the muzzle of a soldier's gun.
  If anything, Lord, I want to be that flower. I want to be a Warrior who carries the sweet fragrance of faith everywhere. I want to reflect Your beauty wherever ugly raises its head. I want to demonstrate to the lost and the broken there is a better way.
  And it is a better way. It's not easier because vengeance is replaced with compassion. It's not easier because blame is replaced with grace. It's not easier because bitterness is replaced with forgiveness. It's not easier because to love is to let go. Love is to cast away every bullet in our arsenal.
  Can you imagine if every weapon on the planet fired petunias? Can you imagine if every tongue spoke in daisies? Can you imagine if every thought created a bouquet of perfect blossoms? The world would be blanketed with the sweet fragrance of love.

  I am left smiling at the thought because, Lord, there are still some thorns on this warrior, heritage rosebud. You know where they are.