On Being a Warrior
When I was prophesied over probably 15 years ago, she was seeing me as a warrior on a paint horse rearing up and headed into battle with my sword held high. I was called as an Intercessory Prayer Warrior, not only to pray, but to do battle in prayer. I learned during the next few years that my calling was on the level of a Watchman on the wall protecting the people and the country through spiritual battles . I pictured me as an Indian warrior in my mind.
Then in 2012, when Satan wrapped his cloak around me and took me down into the hell of depression, I stayed in a constant battle for my mind, my emotions and my soul. I was fighting to regain control of my world that had been shattered. I could not find myself or even who I used to be.
I fought constantly for a couple of years, then mostly for a couple more.