The Sway of Battle
Mamas sway.
We hold babies and our hips rock from side to side in a motion so ingrained within us it's like the tide rolling. A push and pull of gravity and the hearts that hold the small within.
We rock in hard oak chairs that give a gentle groan with the weight of all we carry-love and hope and fear tied into one precious package. We rock sick babies on cold bathroom floors and we rock way the scraped knees and the wounded hearts. We climb in beds and sway away the bad dreams and the break ups and the hidden hurts.
We move with the rhythm that beats within us like the steady thrum of an ancient song. A melody that soothes and covers in safety and has hushed away thousands of tears.
But the movement, the sway of these strong hips and the arms that have carried so much more than just the weight of the small move to the music of the soul as well. The spirit calls to Spirit and we move within the throws of worship like a war cry to the battle field. Our arms outstretched and our brokenness held up to the One Who Sees as the tears and the words both fall because this world is at war and love is our weapon.
Hearts and hands reach through the power of the song as our souls cry out with abandon and our bodies sway, because it is what they were made to do.
Because the there is power in the surrender. There is strength in the worship. And there is no stronger force than a mother fighting for her children.
We hold babies and our hips rock from side to side in a motion so ingrained within us it's like the tide rolling. A push and pull of gravity and the hearts that hold the small within.
We rock in hard oak chairs that give a gentle groan with the weight of all we carry-love and hope and fear tied into one precious package. We rock sick babies on cold bathroom floors and we rock way the scraped knees and the wounded hearts. We climb in beds and sway away the bad dreams and the break ups and the hidden hurts.
We move with the rhythm that beats within us like the steady thrum of an ancient song. A melody that soothes and covers in safety and has hushed away thousands of tears.
But the movement, the sway of these strong hips and the arms that have carried so much more than just the weight of the small move to the music of the soul as well. The spirit calls to Spirit and we move within the throws of worship like a war cry to the battle field. Our arms outstretched and our brokenness held up to the One Who Sees as the tears and the words both fall because this world is at war and love is our weapon.
Hearts and hands reach through the power of the song as our souls cry out with abandon and our bodies sway, because it is what they were made to do.
Because the there is power in the surrender. There is strength in the worship. And there is no stronger force than a mother fighting for her children.
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