The Warrior is a Child

Lately I've been winning battles left and right
But even winners can get wounded in the fight
People say that I'm amazing
Strong beyond my years
But they don't see inside of me
I'm hiding all the tears

(Chorus)

They don't know that I go running home when I fall down
They don't know who picks me up when no one is around
I drop my sword and cry for just a while
'Cause deep inside this armour
The warrior is a child

Unafraid because his armour is the best
But even soldiers need a quiet place to rest
People say that I'm amazing
Never face retreat
But they don't see the enemies
That lay me at His feet

Chorus x2

I drop my sword and look up for His smile
Because deep inside this armour
Deep inside this armour
Deep inside this armour
The Warrior is a Child

I caught myself singing this song today, and when I started thinking about it, and the words and the meaning, I found myself thinking how I was like that. And I couldn't decide, is that a good thing or not?
Now, I don't know about the whole winning battles part, but definitely the hiding part. I often want to run home and hid. To lock myself in my closet away from all the cares and trials of life, to cry on someone's shoulder until everything goes away. To just be held my God's strong arms.

I'm going to tell on myself, I've taken pride *gulp* over the years in being strong. Not emotional, not easily swayed, a hard worker, the strong one when everything, life specifically seems to be crumbling around me... But, truthfully, I often feel like crying. But I keep in on the inside, I don't let those around me know that I'm broken or shaken. I'm really a child on the inside, one who would love to run home to Mommy every time something happens. Is my life a charade, a facade? No, but I don't have to be so strong. I can cry. I can turn to God, instead of relying on my pride and strength to get me through. I can be human. I can face whatever comes my way, not because of pride, but because I can do all things through Christ who strengtheth me. My own strength and pride won't get me far, and they will quickly fade. But deep inside, beneath the armour that covers me, covers the warrior in God's army, lies a child, a child of God safe in the arms of her heavenly Father.