This will be my last entry
Let the world know I walk with God. I yielded my sword to His Son. No one can say I am not His friend.
The ones who only know us from peeking out their windows will never really see us for what we are. We are fierce giants in a land of small men. What we are capable of is both beautiful and terrifying - and for good reason. We were not built to walk a land that was kind to us. We were built with the power to crush life in our hands. We choose to be gentle - we choose it because someone more powerful than us chose first to be gentle to us in kind.
I am a titan; a monolith. What runs in my veins is not a curse. It can be used for good. It does not mean that the good won't sometimes be afraid of us. This is our banner - that we choose good, though the good do not always know us. We are not the same kind. My kind has scars, bruises, evidence of combat. The pristine and unblemished find us an eyesore - an inconvenience to the property value of the neighborhood. They have no real fight in them and so they do not understand the value of a scar. They don't really know what it means to fight; to overcome. They are the pristine. The unblemished. And we are not their kind. But these are the same that cannot follow where I am going. They could never survive the fight. And for this they have my sympathy. They will grow old in their ivory towers and they will never know adventure until God comes back. These poor souls that never learned to take a leap.
I will go and I will walk with God. And someday I will be no more. But when I am gone, they will remember that I lived, that I was a friend of God, that I had fight, that I had passion, and that I did not stay at home.
