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Minerals and Stones

The Lord Is a Warrior. Exodus 15:3 (NIV)

Tyrell had been in the fight of his life—and not just metaphorically. A veteran of two tours, he’d seen battle up close, but nothing had prepared him for the invisible war waging inside him after he got home. PTSD, survivor’s guilt, depression. It was like a shadow followed him into every room. Even simple things—loud noises, crowded spaces—could send him spiraling.

A person stands on a hill at sunset, overlooking a city. A giant, helmeted face appears in clouds, creating a mystical atmosphere.
You were never meant to fight alone. The Lord is a warrior—He fights for you.

He didn’t talk about it. Not with his wife, not with the guys from his unit. He figured silence was strength. But it wasn’t. It was a prison. His breaking point came one night when he found himself in the garage, fists clenched, shouting at the ceiling. “Where are You, God? I’m supposed to be a man—but I’m losing it.”


The next morning, still raw, he reluctantly went to a men’s breakfast at church. He hadn’t been in a while. Midway through, the speaker quoted a verse Tyrell had never noticed before: “The Lord is a warrior; the Lord is His name.” Something stirred deep in his chest. He leaned forward. “Wait… God fights?”


Afterward, he asked the speaker about it. “You’ve been fighting a war you were never meant to fight alone,” the man said. “You’re not abandoned. You’ve just been trying to carry it all with your own strength.” That truth hit Tyrell harder than combat ever had. He realized the battle wasn't his to win—it was God's to lead. The Lord is a warrior, and He hadn’t left the battlefield.


Tyrell began praying—not perfectly, not poetically, but honestly. He asked God to go ahead of him, to fight the nightmares, to fight the fear, to fight the shame. Slowly, healing began. He started counseling. He joined a veterans group at church. He began mentoring other men who were silently suffering.

Boy reflected in a wooden mirror, with toy soldier and note saying "My dad is brave. And so is God." Mood is thoughtful and contemplative.
When God fights for us, our strength becomes a testimony for the next generation.

One day, he walked into his son’s room and saw a toy soldier taped to the mirror. Underneath it, in a child’s handwriting: “My dad is brave. And so is God.” Tyrell teared up. Not because he felt brave—but because he finally knew he didn’t have to be. His strength came from the One who had never lost a battle.

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