Heart of a Warrior - The Sword of Faith
By Shelly Thompson
Release Date December 20, 2025
Legacy.
Are we willing to be bold, brave, and not shrink back (…”But my righteous one will live by faith. And I take no pleasure in the one who shrinks back.” Hebrews 10:38) for the sake of our legacy?
Noah was mocked for his faith. God had revealed to him the coming flood. He built an ark to save his family while the world enjoyed earthly things. As the people laughed…Noah built. Noah worked. Noah was obedient.
Noah saved his family.
We are being called to save our nation. To rebuild a foundation of faith that has been chipped away.
We are being called…to save our nation and our families.
Will we do it?
With each passing day, I feel God place it on my heart to make sure that my legacy, my children and grandchildren, know the truth about God and His son, Jesus Christ.
Although society would persuade me to think differently.
Our culture has ceased in making the gospel a priority. The enemy must be tap dancing with our foolishness…after all, even the devil believes. The enemy laughs at the demise of our legacy. We have stepped away from God and embraced the things of this world. The price is very high personally and as a nation.
There is no greater privilege and no heavier burden than the responsibility to teach the gospel to our legacy. A good man, leaves an inheritance to his children’s children: and the wealth of the sinner is laid up for the just. Proverbs 13:22
The Word never commands us to make our legacy the best student, the most accomplished athlete, the most stylish dressed, or to be the most popular. It commands us to simply teach them about Jesus Christ.
Today, as are watching America change into a country that is becoming unrecognizable, it’s time to take up the sword of the word. The words of this book are timely and relevant words for our legacy, and those who are yet...far off....(Acts 2:39)
Almost 10 years ago I journaled these words while caring for my infant granddaughter as she slept in my arms.
What a beautiful baby. As her tiny eyelids occasionally flutter in the deepest part of slumber, I realized her little mind has no worries. She has no perception yet of the world waiting outside her door. She’s never heard the word ‘cancer’. She’s never heard of a nuclear bomb. She doesn’t understand the meaning of labels by society. She doesn’t know hate. She doesn’t know what a terrorist is.
She doesn’t know evil...yet. A single tear fell from my eye and gently rolled down her soft pink cheek. As I wiped my tear from her warm face I wondered...
What kind of America will she know?
Will she know an America where evil deeds consume the headlines? Will she be treated kindly by a society that is becoming full of anger, rage, and revenge? Will she be allowed to follow her faith if she chooses, or will she suffer persecution?
Will she be able to walk on the sidewalks of America without fear of a terrorist attack? Will society assign her a label, or attempt to reassign her God given gender? Will her words and speech be allowed freely, or will they be silenced by those in disagreement?
Will she be able to read and carry her Bible without fear of retribution? Will the church doors remain open in her lifetime? Will she be forced...to surrender her life for her faith?
Yes, what will America be like for her to grow up in? Will the land of opportunity be stifled becoming the land of the oppressed? Another tear exchanged between her and I. As I wiped the tear...I prayed from the depths of my heart.
Jesus, save us!
How we have turned from You! We are a selfish nation that decided we are all-knowing. We know how to operate every type of cell phone, but don’t know the Bible. We feast on reality shows while our Bible’s collect dust. Our jails are overflowing, but our church pews are empty. Our schools have demanded You leave. The enemy is trampling our families. Many of our youth can’t find answers, confused, they take their own lives. Grant their families Your compassion and peace in the face of such heart breaking devastation. Fresh blood is poured upon our American soil each day from the blood of the slaughtered unborn. Our fortress is being torn down. The enemy has opened the gates to greed, corruption, and evil in our nation. We watch it. We read about it. We discuss it. May we get on our knees and pray about it! May we come to You and beg Your mercy upon our nation for the next generation, who peacefully slumber, while their journey seems so uncertain. May they know You in a way that America has never known You. Grant them Your protection, mercy, and grace. In Your power, help us to bring about change for my legacy and this upcoming generation so that they will know You. May faith increase in unheard of proportions in this land. May corruption cease. May we be governed by leaders who are your sons and daughters. May the veil of evil be lifted and eyes be opened and ears hear the message, and hearts prepared to receive You. Take away our self-made pedestals of pride and make us a humble nation before You. Snatch from the flames those who are ready to be match sticks for the enemies fire.
Most Holy Father, grant understanding to those that You have called. Rise up Your army. Send Your troops into our land and help us to give future generations a great and Godly America to grow up in. May You forgive us, convict our arrogance, heal our nation, rise up a Godly America like never before, send Your call out and gather the workers, may revival start. May Your Word never be silenced in America. Grant, that we would always help preserve and protect the Jewish nation.
May our last breath be telling someone about salvation through You. America can be great, but it’s temporary...death is eternal. Send us. Lead us. Save us. Protect us. In Jesus Name and in His Authority, Amen.
My days have been numbered and I don’t know how many of my granddaughter's days I will be granted the privilege to see. She will never remember the tears that fell onto her cheek from a loving grandmother who wanted her to have the opportunity to seek and know God in a truly free land. But, God sees all. He will remember each tear that fell upon her soft cheeks. And I am sure He will answer when she calls upon His name, and the prayers of a praying grandmother...will be answered.
May these words inspire you to pray for your children, grandchildren, spouse, parents, family, friends, pastor, neighbors, and America. God’s NOT Dead...He’s surely ALIVE! Yes, He’s surely ALIVE may He pardon America and restore our nation.
Do not be afraid, for I am with you; I will bring your children from the east and gather them from the west. I will say to the north, 'Give them up!' and to the south, 'Do not hold them back.' Bring my sons from afar and my daughters from the ends of the earth--everyone who is called by my name... Isaiah 43:5-7.
Holding the sword of the Word, a praying Grandmother -- in His Name. May this be for God’s glory.
Are we willing to be bold, brave, and not shrink back (…”But my righteous one will live by faith. And I take no pleasure in the one who shrinks back.” Hebrews 10:38) for the sake of our legacy?
Noah was mocked for his faith. God had revealed to him the coming flood. He built an ark to save his family while the world enjoyed earthly things. As the people laughed…Noah built. Noah worked. Noah was obedient.
Noah saved his family.
We are being called to save our nation. To rebuild a foundation of faith that has been chipped away.
We are being called…to save our nation and our families.
Will we do it?
With each passing day, I feel God place it on my heart to make sure that my legacy, my children and grandchildren, know the truth about God and His son, Jesus Christ.
Although society would persuade me to think differently.
Our culture has ceased in making the gospel a priority. The enemy must be tap dancing with our foolishness…after all, even the devil believes. The enemy laughs at the demise of our legacy. We have stepped away from God and embraced the things of this world. The price is very high personally and as a nation.
There is no greater privilege and no heavier burden than the responsibility to teach the gospel to our legacy. A good man, leaves an inheritance to his children’s children: and the wealth of the sinner is laid up for the just. Proverbs 13:22
The Word never commands us to make our legacy the best student, the most accomplished athlete, the most stylish dressed, or to be the most popular. It commands us to simply teach them about Jesus Christ.
Today, as are watching America change into a country that is becoming unrecognizable, it’s time to take up the sword of the word. The words of this book are timely and relevant words for our legacy, and those who are yet...far off....(Acts 2:39)
Almost 10 years ago I journaled these words while caring for my infant granddaughter as she slept in my arms.
What a beautiful baby. As her tiny eyelids occasionally flutter in the deepest part of slumber, I realized her little mind has no worries. She has no perception yet of the world waiting outside her door. She’s never heard the word ‘cancer’. She’s never heard of a nuclear bomb. She doesn’t understand the meaning of labels by society. She doesn’t know hate. She doesn’t know what a terrorist is.
She doesn’t know evil...yet. A single tear fell from my eye and gently rolled down her soft pink cheek. As I wiped my tear from her warm face I wondered...
What kind of America will she know?
Will she know an America where evil deeds consume the headlines? Will she be treated kindly by a society that is becoming full of anger, rage, and revenge? Will she be allowed to follow her faith if she chooses, or will she suffer persecution?
Will she be able to walk on the sidewalks of America without fear of a terrorist attack? Will society assign her a label, or attempt to reassign her God given gender? Will her words and speech be allowed freely, or will they be silenced by those in disagreement?
Will she be able to read and carry her Bible without fear of retribution? Will the church doors remain open in her lifetime? Will she be forced...to surrender her life for her faith?
Yes, what will America be like for her to grow up in? Will the land of opportunity be stifled becoming the land of the oppressed? Another tear exchanged between her and I. As I wiped the tear...I prayed from the depths of my heart.
Jesus, save us!
How we have turned from You! We are a selfish nation that decided we are all-knowing. We know how to operate every type of cell phone, but don’t know the Bible. We feast on reality shows while our Bible’s collect dust. Our jails are overflowing, but our church pews are empty. Our schools have demanded You leave. The enemy is trampling our families. Many of our youth can’t find answers, confused, they take their own lives. Grant their families Your compassion and peace in the face of such heart breaking devastation. Fresh blood is poured upon our American soil each day from the blood of the slaughtered unborn. Our fortress is being torn down. The enemy has opened the gates to greed, corruption, and evil in our nation. We watch it. We read about it. We discuss it. May we get on our knees and pray about it! May we come to You and beg Your mercy upon our nation for the next generation, who peacefully slumber, while their journey seems so uncertain. May they know You in a way that America has never known You. Grant them Your protection, mercy, and grace. In Your power, help us to bring about change for my legacy and this upcoming generation so that they will know You. May faith increase in unheard of proportions in this land. May corruption cease. May we be governed by leaders who are your sons and daughters. May the veil of evil be lifted and eyes be opened and ears hear the message, and hearts prepared to receive You. Take away our self-made pedestals of pride and make us a humble nation before You. Snatch from the flames those who are ready to be match sticks for the enemies fire.
Most Holy Father, grant understanding to those that You have called. Rise up Your army. Send Your troops into our land and help us to give future generations a great and Godly America to grow up in. May You forgive us, convict our arrogance, heal our nation, rise up a Godly America like never before, send Your call out and gather the workers, may revival start. May Your Word never be silenced in America. Grant, that we would always help preserve and protect the Jewish nation.
May our last breath be telling someone about salvation through You. America can be great, but it’s temporary...death is eternal. Send us. Lead us. Save us. Protect us. In Jesus Name and in His Authority, Amen.
My days have been numbered and I don’t know how many of my granddaughter's days I will be granted the privilege to see. She will never remember the tears that fell onto her cheek from a loving grandmother who wanted her to have the opportunity to seek and know God in a truly free land. But, God sees all. He will remember each tear that fell upon her soft cheeks. And I am sure He will answer when she calls upon His name, and the prayers of a praying grandmother...will be answered.
May these words inspire you to pray for your children, grandchildren, spouse, parents, family, friends, pastor, neighbors, and America. God’s NOT Dead...He’s surely ALIVE! Yes, He’s surely ALIVE may He pardon America and restore our nation.
Do not be afraid, for I am with you; I will bring your children from the east and gather them from the west. I will say to the north, 'Give them up!' and to the south, 'Do not hold them back.' Bring my sons from afar and my daughters from the ends of the earth--everyone who is called by my name... Isaiah 43:5-7.
Holding the sword of the Word, a praying Grandmother -- in His Name. May this be for God’s glory.
Where it all started. The House on 5th Street.
The photo is Shelly Thompson in the backyard of the house on 5th Street where she grew up and writes about. In the background of the photo is the back porch where Shelly, her parents, grandparents, and neighbors spent a lot of time. Shelly is holding a small Bible on the way to Sunday School. Her parents taught her early in life the importance of God and helped build a foundation of faith. We can see those small steps of faith taken as a child in the words she writes now.
Shelly's book 'Heart of a Warrior - A Legacy of Faith' can be found by clicking here. Now, in it's 7th printing, it has become popular for both personal reading and group studies.
There is also an online 'Heart of A Warrior' Women's Bible Study that she leads each Monday morning at 8:00 a.m. in a closed Facebook group. There are currently over 300 women from across the United States that are part of that Bible Study family. You can join the group by clicking here.
There is also a line of pure soy candles that tell the story of 5th Street passing the flame of faith from one generation to the next. you can learn more about The 5th Street Candle Collection by clicking here.
Shelly's book 'Heart of a Warrior - A Legacy of Faith' can be found by clicking here. Now, in it's 7th printing, it has become popular for both personal reading and group studies.
There is also an online 'Heart of A Warrior' Women's Bible Study that she leads each Monday morning at 8:00 a.m. in a closed Facebook group. There are currently over 300 women from across the United States that are part of that Bible Study family. You can join the group by clicking here.
There is also a line of pure soy candles that tell the story of 5th Street passing the flame of faith from one generation to the next. you can learn more about The 5th Street Candle Collection by clicking here.