God's Special Forces

OK, I admit the picture to the right is soooo not me. No pink, no sparkles, nothing girlie about it. But, in all the amazing ways God sees us, I believe this is His visual when He looks into our Spirit.

Last Saturday night I woke up about 3AM with my TV still on. I don't believe in accidents so we'll chalk this up as a divine appointment.

The show that was on was detailing Military personnel who are trained to serve in the Special Forces, Green Beret, Seals, and a couple Israeli branches I couldn't name.

I watched in amazement the tests of human endurance these men were put through.

God was impressing on me our true calling in Him. We are to train to be in the Special Forces of God's Army.

Each of the four men were put through a challenge and timed. Then the "fun" began.

One was put in a tub of ice water, bags and bags of ice were added trying to get his core body temperature to drop below a normal range. The man was in that freezing water for an hour, but because of his training and mind discipline he endured, his core body temperature never dropped. He was finally taken out due to concern for his heart and other internal organs not because he begged to be taken out and warmed up.

I was laying in bed covered up shivering watching him.

After taking him out of the ice bath, he was to run the same obstacle course as before, pick up his gun and fire at the person who was the threat. I watched in awe as he executed the obstacle course, picked up his gun and with pin point accuracy hit the target, perfectly. His time and his aim were more accurate after the hour in the ice bath, after the trial.

One by one I watched these amazing men go through their timed tests. Then after an unbelievable trial that would send normal human beings to the hospital, they re-executed their tests in less time and with more accuracy than they did under normal circumstances.

After his trial each was stronger and more accurate than before.

By this time I was wide awake realizing that we, in His service, are called to a higher and more specialized training. We are called to be the SEALS, or Green Berets in the Army of the Living God.

Then they showed the "baddest" of them all, he only appeared in total camouflage, half of his face covered by the night vision apparatus he was going to use and the other half painted. His name was "classified". This man was such a threat to the enemy and so valuable to our Military his name was non-existent. I am quite sure, however, the enemy knows of this masked man. It doesn't matter what his name is, it only matters that he is such a well trained, disciplined, asset to our Military that his identity is protected. WOW

By this time I'm sitting up in bed, it's 4AM now and my mind is racing. God's Special Forces.

How do I prepare for such an assignment, how do I qualify? What on earth do I, little old me, think I'm doing aspiring to be a member of God's Special Forces?

There was another Special Ops. Soldier in Judges. Gideon was approached by an Angel who said,"The Lord is with you, Mighty Warrior." Judges 6:12 NIV

God saw him as a Mighty Warrior. He saw himself as the weakest member of the weakest clan in Israel. Yet God helped Gideon assemble a Special Ops. team that when following God's orders were victorious over a much larger army.

Truth be told, I sometimes have a hard time seeing my self as the baddest of the bad. I don't see Special Ops written on any of my things, but God...... but my God says I'm a Mighty Warrior. Who do I believe, my mind that is filled with self doubt and fear or the Creator of the Universe?

I go with God's vision of me. I am a Warrior, not just any soldier, I'm a member of the elite fighting force, the Special Ops. Team of God's Army.

Training is not hap-hazard for this Elite Fighting Force. We must train daily, always wearing our battle gear, executing our assignments with precision and bravery.

Each test we endure will make us stronger and more accurate in our abilities to defeat the enemy.

My name is Classified and my desire is to have the enemy on the run as I turn in my bed to get up in the morning.

Blessings,

Princess, Daughter of the King of Kings

Mother of Princesses and Princes

Grandmother of Royalty

Warrior in a nursing home, my Dad

There's a lot I could write about my Dad, but since this is the anniversary of the Attacks on America I want to share this story with you.

He was in a nursing home in Nashville, Tn in his nineties and having had multiple hip fractures couldn't walk any longer.

He was a decorated WWII veteran and extremely patriotic, he loved this Country.

When he heard the news of the attacks something happened, the same thing that happened in many of our veterans.

The very thing he fought to protect was being attacked, his family was in danger, everything in him rose up ready to go back to battle.

He wanted his gun, he wanted his boots and he wanted to be put in a chair so he would be ready.

He had a full sized American Flag put up in his window. He wanted to make sure if any of those @#@# flew by they would know who was in that room.

He was ready and fully willing to go back into battle to protect what he valued so highly.

Some people thought it was "cute", but I was so proud. Here was this little frail man who's body was just not able to function anymore with a warrior mentality. Ready, mentally prepared to lay his life on the line again for his Country.

He wasn't in a depressed state or suffering from any mental issues that come with being older he was fully aware of what was going on and was fully ready do make the sacrifice to protect and defend America.

He died two months later, never really recovering from the stress of the attacks.

He never stopped asking for his gun and boots.

To the end a frail gentle man with a warriors heart.

His memorial service was attended by a military guard, they read his service record and said they were proud to be attending his service.

As they presented me his flag all I could do was sob, but once again I was so proud of that little frail man with a warrior spirit.

Today, as we remember the Attacks on America tell your children and grandchildren. Never let this time in history get buried and made any less than what it was. And don't ever think it can't happen again.

God Bless America and all those who protect Her.

Blessings

Princess, Daughter of the King of Kings

Mother of Princesses and Princes

Grandmother of Royalty