The Beautiful Fight

As I was traveling home I was reading a book about breaking free of spiritual bondage, and one part was about becoming the person God created us to be. He has given us a name, and within that name is our purpose. 

Michelle and Michael mean who is like God? One time I heard that is what the angel Michael was yelling as he was fighting satan and sending him into hell. That got me thinking about Saint Michael, and how he is a warrior and fighter for God’s Kingdom. And since my name comes from his, then I too am a fighter for God. 

This entire semester seemed like a fight, so this realization at 30,000 feet was incredible and brought me to tears. Not just because I am continually being reminded of God’s power and attention to every detail in my life, but mostly because of a note that I wrote at the beginning of the semester. It was in my Bible while I was flying, but it has also found itself on my door, in my pocket, and as a bookmark over the past three months. 

When I wrote it I honestly didn't know what I was fighting for, but I knew it was something that had to happen. Now it makes sense why I wanted to fight, because it's what I was made to do. Praise God my parents didn’t name me Mallory like they were planning to, because it means unlucky or unfortunate. 

1 Timothy 6:12

Fight the good fight of the faith.