What’s your reason? What’s your motivation? Why do you keep going? Why don’t you quit?
Warriors, whatever battle you may be facing, it will end one day. I promise.
I have days that I want to walk away.
I’d like to drop everything and sit down in the midst of it all, take a nap and hope, by chance, my circumstances have changed when I awake.
But, dang it, if I didn’t just tell y’all last week that ‘rest doesn’t erase your circumstances. You will still go back to battle. You will still fight against the trials in life.’
I’d like to hide. I’d like to pass the buck. I’d like to throw my hands in the air and fast forward X number of days-months-years to where my current life has been woven, orchestrated into the masterpiece of God’s handiwork.
However, the wonderfully morbid part of that idea is that God’s masterpiece of my life won’t be complete until I stand before his throne in heaven.
So, I’m left with two choices:
Or, march on.
Warriors, march on.
March to get somewhere. To get to the end. To get through.
We have to march through the wilderness. We may be marching through the desert.
We may march through sickness, through grief, through financial woes, through loss of any kind. We march through anger and frustration, through bondage and through addiction.
We can get bogged down in the through. We get distracted by comparisons to others who appear like they have it all together and figured out; like they have no through.
Don’t be fooled. They have a through; they just might be able to hide it better than you.
The thing with through is that there is a beginning and thus, an ending.
There must be another side, a dawn after darkness, and a better, next chapter.
It’s been almost eight years since Danny was in the accident. That’s a long time to fight to reclaim some semblance of normal.
For six of these years, he’s participated in an aggressive physical therapy program. At the beginning, he couldn’t even bear his own weight.
He can now walk with a walker with a spotter.
Every day he tries to learn to walk again. Hours upon hours he has tried to put one foot in front of the other to do something that I don’t even have to think about.
The alternative is to spend his life in a wheelchair. That is his ‘do nothing.’
He chooses to march on.
March Warriors. March in formation, in sync with the Lord, and send a strong message to your enemy.
March, eyes forward. Don’t look left. Don’t look right and only look behind you to see just how far you’ve really come.
Is it hard? Yes!
Do I want to shake my fist at the Lord and say ‘enough!’? Yes!
Life can suck sometimes.
So you have to take a break.
Rest, and then march on.
And, Warriors, know on the days you’re weary and you want to quit, you’re not the only one. I’m there too.
Get up again. Put one foot in front of the other. Fix your eyes on the prize. Exercise your faith and keep marching.
We’re not finished quite yet.
What about you? What motivates you to keep going?