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Warrior Wednesday- What’s your sign?

Warriors, it’s been trying, these last few weeks- a Warrior roller-coaster of life’s challenges, heartbreak and yet glorious comfort in my weakness.

I’ve missed you. I’ve missed writing. I’ve missed the free therapy of being authentically me in this space.

But, I’ve been burdened and wounded.

I’ve been on the floor of my bathroom, with the fan on and the door shut, in hopes that my sobbing would be kept secret.

I wear a sign, many of them. You just have to really look to see them.


You wear a sign too, Warriors.

How does yours read?


In my elation of being seen by God, that I’m not invisible to Him, He has whispered to me, nudged me and I’ve been convicted.

Though we Warriors are battling our own demons and circumstances, there are people that come across our paths that are carrying sorrow, that wear a sign; if only we take a moment to really see it.


A friendly co-worker became withdrawn. I noticed, but chalked it up to being overworked and stressed.

Until one day we had a chance encounter, in the Ladies’ room, and I commented on her needless weight loss, asking what was going on with her.

And, she showed me her sign.

Tears burst forth and through whispered lips she cried, “My husband left me for another woman.”

My heart broke for her and I hugged her and told her how sorry I was that she was on the roller-coaster.


I met a new employee in a meeting and immediately it struck me how much she looked like my sister-in-law. Thinking it might sound strange for me to mention this, I kept it to myself.

Until she told me that I looked like her sister.

So I showed her a picture of my sister-in-law and she showed me a picture of her sister.

Then, it happened; a new found connection was formed when she showed me her sign.

“Yeah, it’s kind of sad cause my sister died last year in a motorcycle accident.”

I about fell out of my chair.

I told her about Danny’s accident and she told me about her sister and how her father died seven months afterwards from a broken heart.

We kept talking and it became downright eery how many things we had in common in our lives.

We had lunch and showed each other our signs, our scars and it was refreshing and free.

everyone battle

Sometimes, Warriors, the best therapy is found not for ourselves, but in service to others.

All praise goes to God, Father of our Lord Jesus, the Anointed One. He is the Father of compassion, the God of all comfort. He consoles us as we endure the pain and hardship of life so that we may draw from His comfort and share it with others in their own struggles. II Corinthians 1:3,4

I discovered this article written by Melody Ross, a blogger I’d never read before. But what she wrote was so pointed at what God had laid on my heart, that I had to read it. And in doing so, I discovered Melody is married to a husband with a brain injury.

Warriors, I ugly cried at work. Not pretty and totally awkward.

I encourage you to look outside of yourselves and really see the people around you.

The greatest gift we can give others is the comfort that we have also received. Sharing your signs and your scars brings about community and you realize you’re not invisible at all.

Give the gift of visibility to others.

See their sign.

Warriors, what does your sign say? Do you let others in or are you afraid of being judged or seen as being weak?

One thought on “Warrior Wednesday- What’s your sign?

  1. Mom

    Very transparent my sweet girl. Your way with words mixed with raw honesty is transparent and encouraging. As painful as it is for you, you are giving voice to others’ pain. I applaud your courage. You are loved.

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