Zena

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Today my mom goes into battle. She has donned her armor, drawn her sword, and done as much strategic planning as she can. She is a warrior. she has always been a warrior. She may have been a stay-at-home mom, but June Cleaver was not her role model, Zena Warrior Princess would be more like it. So this is not a new role for her. Like Zena, her battles have never been about herself. She is the (as cliche as this is) true Mama Bear. She fights for her children (both natural and “adopted”), her husband, her family, her friends, and the underdog. Like any mama bear, she can be quite scary at times, I would HIGHLY recommend that you do NOT mess with any of those she loves. What is new is that today she goes into battle for herself. As I was driving home from the hospital yesterday, my heart was aching, it finally hit home that she really was going to have to fight this fight and, as much as I want to be able to take this from her, this is a battle she has to lead for herself.

(Warning: this part is not meant to be offensive. I am a Christ-follower, so to ignore or pretend that the Bible or God is not a huge part of guiding me through this time would be dishonest. If this will offend or upset you, just skip this paragraph :-). )

I am a visual person. I see things in pictures. I would give anything to be an artistic person so that I could put these pictures on paper, but I somehow do not believe that stick figures would do them justice. Back to the point. As I was driving, I was hit with a picture of Moses standing on a hill, overlooking a valley where a battle raged on. As long as his arms were raised with his staff, the Israelites were winning, if he let them fall, they would lose ground. (No big deal, right? Take a moment and stick your arms up. Now hold them there and see how long it is until you get uncomfortable. I won’t tell how long it took for me, let’s just say it is very clear it is time for me to hit the gym again. Back to Moses.) As he stood there, arms getting weak and tired, Aaron and Hur stood beside him and let him lean on them, supporting his arms. I know that these men love Moses and would have taken the staff and held it for him, but that was not their job. Moses, and Moses alone, had to be the one with the fate of the battle on his shoulders. (Thank you Lauren and Kim for indulging my OCD and verifying that this really was a Biblical scene and not just a crack smoking dream)

Today my mom goes into battle, and the fate of this battle rests on her shoulders, but I hope she knows that she has an entire army of people she has fought for that will stand by her, letting her lean on them and supporting her. If you are willing to be an Aaron or Hur, please drop her a line letting her know you are there. Remind her that she is strong and courageous, and to fight as hard for herself as she did when she fought for you. She is a Warrior Princess, I love her, I respect her, and I support her.

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