The 22nd Mile
But somehow you keep running. Your legs know what to do and keep doing it. Your lungs know what to do and keep doing it. Your body keeps going, even when your mind is screaming at you to stop.
Right now, I am twenty-three days away from the National Bible Bee contest in Schaumburg, Illinois. And I feel like I'm in the 22nd mile. My spirit starts saying, "I am too tired. I am ready to be done. I can't."
But I'm still "running."
My heart knows and is trusting that my strength will be renewed like the eagles. I'm no longer in manual mode, I've turned over the controls to the Lord. My strength is gone, but His strength is perfect and over-aboundingly sufficient.
It's good to be at this point of surrender. I know without a shadow of a doubt that I cannot keep going. But my God can do it through me. It is when I am running on His strength that He is glorified.
2 Corinthians 12:9-10
"And He said to me, 'My Grace is sufficient for you, for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Therefore, most gladly, I will rather boast in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me. Therefore, I take pleasures in infirmities, in reproaches, in needs, in persecutions, in distresses, for Christ's sake, for when I am weak, then I am strong.'"