There are days where I feel like I’m running a race, but not getting far enough.
Burning consumes my chest as I try to catch my breath.
I continue to push myself just slightly past my limit.
I think to myself, “this is how I get stronger, right? I can do this. I don’t need to take a break.”
These foolish words escape my mouth as a delusional pep talk.
I continue, “I must go on. If I can’t get through this, I’m not good enough. Who could love a failure like me?”
I start feeling like the air has been knocked out of me.
I am wheezing and struggling to go on.
My gut is throbbing from the lack of oxygen in my body.
I eventually come to a hard stop.
I throw my hands up to open the airwaves and recognize this is also a position of surrender…
Then, there is a gust of refreshing wind that seems to whisper, “I’m here with you. I’ve loved you from the start and I won’t stop now.”
As I’m able to take a deep breath, I remember that I don’t have to rely on my own strength.
I come realize that I don’t have to run this race alone because God is the one who puts breath in my lungs and gives me strength to press on.
I can put my trust in him to get through any terrain and finish without feeling defeated.
God calls out to me to not give up, to grab a hold of his mighty hand, keep the faith, persevere, and finish well!
This post was inspired by the song “whisper and the wind” by bodie
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