On fighting the good fight.
Consumed a long shot of espresso first thing this morning.
I even went for an afternoon 'clear my head and seek the Lord' jog. Barefoot in the aftermath of rain.
Each of these brought about the expected highs of the day, only to crash and burn in due time.
Read some more Biblia and later realized: Every day is a fight, a war, an epic battle of opulent proportion.
Faced with reality, the determination sets in. I must fight, less I fall. Every. Day.
Failure to do so leads to apathy. Victory leads to Jesus.
Now, apathy is a place I have dwelt that I shall never return to. This is not a matter of want, this is a necessity for growth in life. So help me God, I shall not return to a place of apathy.
Victory means closeness to Jesus. In this sense, victory may not always feel like victory. This, of course, is why we are not lead by that which we feel. This is fact.
The struggle to be closer to Jesus, to find Him in the midst of the storm and fog is not a struggle struggled in vain. Draw near to God and He will draw near to you. Not only is this a fact, this is a promise.
Alas, we must fight and fight we shall.