“Therefore, take up the whole armor of God, that you may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand” (Ephesians 6:13).
Several years ago, I came across this excellent article; the author of which is unknown:
I am a soldier in the army of my God. Jesus is my commanding officer. The Bible is my code of conduct. I am a volunteer in this army, and I am enlisted for eternity. I will either retire in this army at the Lord’s return or die in this army, but I will not get out, be talked out, or pushed out. I am a soldier.
I am a soldier. I am not a baby. I do not need to be pampered, petted, pumped up, or picked up. I am a soldier.
No one has to call me, remind me, write me, visit me, entice me, or lure me. I am a soldier.
No one has to send me flowers, gifts, food, cards, candy, or give me handouts. I am a soldier.
I do not need to be cuddled, cradled, cared for, or catered to. I am committed. I am a soldier.
I cannot have my feelings hurt bad enough to turn me around. I cannot be discouraged enough to turn me aside. I cannot lose enough to cause me to quit. I am a soldier.
When Jesus called me into this army, I had nothing. If I end up with nothing, I will still come out ahead. I will win.
I am a soldier.