Keep Fighting, Keep Believing
I feel like I’ve been kicked repeatedly in my lower back. It’s been another tough day both physically and emotionally. My stimulator has still not gotten back on track. I chose to get up and get out anyway. My wife once again dealt with a bear. Someone who can’t handle much of anything.
Hour by hour God is seasoning me. I’m clearly seeing how the past has prepared me for the present. I keep taking the next best step. I keep doing whatever I can to fight through this season. I’m not fighting with it anymore. Just seeking to make sure I’m doing all I can to get healthier.
For the first time in over six months I went to the YMCA. I knew I needed some pool therapy. I knew the exercise could do wonders for my mind and body. Sure enough I left there feeling much stronger. Feeling empowered that I didn’t just let my feelings shut me down. I’m pretty certain my trip to the gym knocked that smirk right off satan’s face. He hates it when we keep fighting and believing God no matter we’re going through. Man I hope I can finish my race like the Apostle Paul did despite his struggles.
“I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. Now there is in store for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will award to me on that day—and not only to me, but also to all who have longed for his appearing.” (2 Timothy 4:7-8)