Flesh > Tin

I have never, in my sheltered lifetime, come across an unsavory tin soldier. Literature is resplendent with honorable tin men who march to the beats of meticulous drums. You've got your tin soldier in Miss Suzy that defends a poor squirrel after she gets hit by the forest mob. (One of our favorite Christmas books.) You've got your Steadfast Tin Soldier who still gets the girl even though he only has one leg and was swallowed by a fish and nearly beat up by a demonic jack-in-the-box. (Also my favorite short on Fantasia: 2000.) And you've got the "every man" tin soldier that C.S. Lewis describes here:

The real Son of God is at your side. He is beginning to turn you into the same kind of thing as Himself. He is beginning, so to speak, to turn the tin soldier into a live man. The part of you that does not like it is the part that is still tin.

Tin Melissa doesn't like a failed IVF. Fleshy Melissa knows it will all work for her good. What was I saying about being in between? Hoping my flesh > my tin.

*Found this little guy on Etsy last week. It's seriously hard to find any sort of tin soldier for purchase. I look online all the time. RE found me an old glass Avon perfume bottle shaped like a tin soldier and gave it to me for Christmas a couple of years ago, which I treasure. If you ever come across a tin soldier SNAG IT for heaven's sake- they stand for all that is good!