Storming Mount Suribachi

If you don't know, Mount Suribachi is where the marines planted the American Flag at Iwo Jima. They have a very famous statue of it and it was in all the history books!! I would have never been successful in the military. All that conformity. Not to mention the bad fashion choices. Yet I continue to storm the mountain, with no reinforcements and armed with nothing more than my sense of righteous indignation. At least in the military they have a PLAN before battle. A strategy as it were. Not me, I just storm the mountain with no thought to the consequences, no plan, just my overwhelming desire to see my flag of righteous indignation planted there. I have always been a champion of the underdog (even when he didn't need or want my help). So when I see wrongs (or perhaps better said, what I PERCEIVE as wrongs) I pull out my flag and start storming the mountain. Old generals react from their gut instincts and years of battle experience, but they still have to get approval before they undertake the mission. I never think to get approval, I just roll with my gut. As I get older, the mountain gets harder to climb and the flag I carry seems heavier. I doubt that is the case. Perhaps I am just realizing that I need a plan. That not everything has to be a battle. That if I let the Lord be my general I won't have to fight near as hard or as often. That my sense of "righteous indignation" is mired in what I want and what I think is right instead of what God deems right. Petty little battles is about all it amounts to. And unnecessary chaos left behind. I have to stop marching to the beat of what I want, and what I think, and what I need and perhaps focus more on what God wants and what He thinks and what He needs me to do. I wouldn't have been good in the military. But the Shelton regiment isn't working so well either. Perhaps I should retire my flag and join a new outfit. So today is my enlistment day!! Here I am Lord, reporting for duty. And thanks for not making me wear an unflattering uniform!