Have you ever been tired of the fight? Ready to sink into the abyss without a rope? Think you cannot take this life one. more. day? The desire to give-up can weigh heavy on our souls. Exhaustion sets in and our wounds are fresh and gaping. Or maybe they’re old and festering.
The last several weeks have yanked me down. Short, strong pulls on my soul. Stress and anxiety taunting me from the corners as I struggled to trust God’s whisper in my ear. The pressure to do. The pressure to be. The pressure to accomplish.
At home, the Queen Mother was on a rampage. I’ve yelled. I’ve fussed. I’ve failed. I’ve wondered will I ever get it right? And I’m tired. Exhausted. Ready to give up.
I’m not the only one. Maybe you feel this way too. Because we all get tired of the fight. We’re battle-weary. And I don’t know a single one of us who hasn’t stood in the middle of the ring wondering, can I go another round?
I look to my right and left, and we’re all getting bloody knuckles with blue-green bruises blooming on skin. A sister has lost her father. Another wonders if a scan will bring her the words, “cancer free.” And another who questions if life is ever going to stop throwing punches.
We each have a battle we’re facing. With exhaustion setting in, the fight drains our energy—sucks us dry. But my sisters, the fight doesn’t have to defeat us. And just because we’re tired doesn’t mean we’re finished.
Just because we’re tired doesn’t mean we’re finished. Because I’m sure of this, He who began a good work in you will carry it on until completion until the day of Christ Jesus (Phil. 1:6).
Did you see it? The words of hope? Will carry it on. There’s no giving up in those four words. They echo in our darkest moments, telling us we’ve not lost. Because even if we’re tired of the fight, our God is just getting started.
Sometimes we realize the only way to win is to step back. Breathe in. Breathe out. And then know—we cannot be overcome because our God has already won the final round.
There are days we survive only when we remember we cannot be defeated. It becomes our one-foot-in-front-of-the-other mantra. Because greater is He who is in me than he who is in the world, plays over and over again in our minds. I am strong because my God is a rock.
Have you ever noticed how light cannot be overcome? We stumble around in the darkest nights, grasping with hands held out in front, feet shuffling along the floor. Searching. Desperate to grab hold of light. Because it is the light which overcomes the pitch-black.
And then the sun peaks over the horizon. Casting out the night. Because darkness must give way to the Light. You may still be tired of the fight, my sister. Exhausted even. That’s okay. The fight is part of the tapestry that makes up our lives. Grab tight to our Jesus, our Light, our Fighter and remember He’s not finished fighting for you.
You’re going to make it.
Has anyone told you that today? Allow me to say it again. You’re going to make it. You’re going to live through this fight. And the morning will come. Maybe when you least expect it—but it will come. Because the Son always rises to overcome the dark night.