I know so many Warrior women.
They don’t look like the typical image that “warrior” might suggest.
They look:
Well dressed or maybe disheveled.
Smiling or crying.
Busy or calm.
Jaws tight or shoulders light.
They may be out front.
They may be curled and in hiding.
And all the above at different times.
I wish you could all see each other.
The pains. The victories.
The voices against.
And The Voice that calls each Beloved.
Oh Warrior Women.
Press on.
Stand.
Rest.
Hear The Song.
– Love. Delight. Deliverance.
Warrior Women – the mirror is His eyes
Not the grey earthmade glass.
His reflection is Pure and unshadowed.
Stay there.
Peace to your 
this day.