This morning started out like any other Sunday morning. I was walking to church, eating on the go as I got up a bit later than I planned. A block away I tripped, face down on the ground I went. My nose, forehead, left knee, and right hand took a beating, and this evening when I was getting ready to attend the Christmas party in my coop, I couldn’t get dresses, it hurts to move my left hand, to even lift a large towel. Yet, even in the hospital, I was at peace, wasn’t crying though the pain was pretty bad, wasn’t upset about the fall, rather I was annoyed that I missed church, as there was going to be a meeting after about the mission of the church, etc… I have developed a warrior faith and spirit, but not a warrior in the sense of angry rebellion. I have developed a warrior faith that gives me calm and peace, so I can accept the situation as is in the moment and be at peace, even as I work out how to navigate it. In this place of acceptance of the reality of the situation and being in union with the Holy Trinity, I can deal with the pain by acknowledging it and meditating, etc… to move through it. Is it frustrating to be in pain and not be able to use my left hand, it being swollen, etc.., yeah of course, but I can still be creative, artistic, etc… My faith carries me through, give me the heart and soul of a warrior. For that I am grateful.