Sometimes it gets so dark inside that I have a hard time finding the light.
My attitude more than stinks – it’s dark.
I forget what it looks like to be optimistic.
I lose faith in everyone around me.
I need more than anyone has to give.
I feel guilty about all of the above.
These are the times when God is producing the good stuff. (well, yes, it’s ALL good where He is concerned)
So I dug deeper. My legs hurt. I texted him asking why I ever allow myself to do squats and his response was “to be strong like bull” (I won’t tell you MY response).
Today I remember that only when you tear down muscle does it build.
It’s the same with your soul, I think. Only when it gets torn, stretched and aches does it build strength and endurance.