From the beginning of time there has been a constant struggle over who has control of mankind. The devil, causing conflict with lies and deception; God, giving us the tools of truth to fight against that conflict. Even though I am entrusted with one of those tools, I've been told before that I am foolish and weak. They don't realize the amount of strength it takes to live my destiny. They can't see the cracks and creases, actual holes in my heart, from enduring the constant pressure of my sacrifice. I walk with many but inside I face my past, my present and my future; keeping silent the pain that tears at me. The fear that I won't be able to do what it is I'm supposed to do. No one knowing the reasons why and how God prepared me to carry The Sword of Christ.