The Battle

Some days I don't want to fight.

Flesh vs. Spirit.
Darkness vs. Light.
Who I am vs. Who I want to be.
Speaking English vs. Speaking French.
There vs. Here.
Happiness vs. Joy.
Complacency vs. Holiness

Today, I just want to throw in the towel. Walk off the court. Toss the jersey at the coach. It's too hard. Thankfully, I was not really allowed to quit things when I was growing up. I have developed this, sometimes stubborn, desire to finish what I start. I enjoy seeing things to completion. Problem is that completion of my current situation is not up to me. Yes, I'm completing my term and going back to America in just over 13 months, Lord willing. But, this is out of my hands. There is no keeping score in this game, even though both sides feel it necessary. Truth is, this "game" has been won. And the winners all too often live as if they were defeated. We live like the standard is too high and we will never measure up. Like we have to do this and not do that so that we appear fearless, perfect and to ensure victory. God created us. He knows us. He was in the garden and the wilderness and has been everywhere in between and since. He remains the Victor. Why does that seem to be the easiest thing to forget when the current battle seems to have gotten way out of hand? So, what do we do? We press on. We run the race we were encouraged to run. We fix our eyes on the One who governs and sustains all things. We know that even when it seems to be too much, it's not. These so called sufferings are light and momentary. Light. Momentary. Why do I so often live as if they are eternal? This is the life. It is full and rich. God is good. So, get back out there...