When I was young, one of my favorite songs to “rock out” to was Pat Benetar’s “Hit Me With Your Best Shot.” I would belt it out as I drove my red and white Chevy 7-10 around town. My heart would belt out to the world, “Hit me with your best shot!” It was a challenge. To them. To Satan.
I had the mentality of a typical youth. I was ready to take on the world. I believed I could handle anything. “Fire away.”
It’s funny. That song is still on my I-pod playlist. But there’s a difference now. I tend to skip it sometimes. I don’t feel it all the time anymore, ya know? I don’t want to issue a challenge to the world and I certainly don’t want to invoke Satan to aim more fiery darts my way than he’s already done!
Am I right in feeling that way? Justified? Maybe. But, oh what I’d give to go back to the emotional state of that young girl in her pickup truck! The one who believed she could take on the world.
The one who believed.
And there it is.
The scrapes of life have rubbed some of the belief out of us. We’ve lost some of our fight.
Is that what makes us easier victims?
I believe I still have some fight in me. I believe that “if God is for me – who can be against me?”
So it’s time to sit up and dust off a little bit. Grab some band-aids for those wounds and prepare to get back in the battle.
For there IS a battle going on. A huge war is waging against us.
But it’s okay. I can confidently belt out “hit me with your best shot” – because I’ve just remembered… I’m on the winning team.
My side wins.