Battle Scarred

Once again I find myself cleaning the dirt from my boots and wiping the sweat from my brow. No blood has been spilled yet today but I stand ready none the less. I daily wear my armor and always carry my sword. The real difficulty lies in trying to understand an enemy that continues to attack, often multiple times in a day, even though the war is over and his fate has been sealed. The enemy is unpredictable at best. I am a knight in the Kings royal army. My armor never shines though I do my best to clean it daily.I face battles every day and some look down on me because my success rate is not what they think it should be. Some days this bothers me but my Father is always there to remind me how much He loves me. I fight in hope of the day my Father ends the war once and for all and calls me home. Oh, did I forget to mention the King is my Father? That's right, I am a prince. I am neither an only nor the eldest son but I am an heir. My Father, The King, is amazing. You see, I am adopted as are most of His children. In my Fathers Kingdom there are no peasants, we are all family and we are nearly all adopted. you see my Father does not want anyone to fall into enemy hands or to suffer. He loves us too much to let us wander lost forever. Of course not everyone accepts His offer. Some would rather try to enter our home through other means. It is really sad to watch people fall from the walls and be buried in tunnels when the main gate is open. My Fathers only begotten Son stands at the gate inviting people into His Kingdom. There is only one way in and that is to walk through the gate with Jesus.