Today… I admit defeat. It’s painful. I can’t get out of bed nor can I get awake. The monster has kicked my a-double. Saturday I could feel myself lose my footing, stumbled, took some major punches to the gut. Sunday, the pummeling continued to the point I was numb, could only sit and stare.
Today… I admit defeat. I am just too tired to go on, so went to bed and went to sleep as though drugged. Which reminds me… I need to get my prescription filled again. Sometimes, a therapist once told me, a person just needs a little help getting over the hump. My hump is here right smack dab in the middle of my pathway. There is no getting around it, and I sure can’t get over it. I need just a little help.
Today… I admit defeat. Every day I get up, look the monster in the face, and proclaim victory. I may be bloodied and bruised by the end of the day, but I stand victorious, the winner.
Today… I admit defeat. The fight was too hard, or maybe I took the hit too intensely. The life in me is barely there; the nothingness wanting to take over; the black hole pulling like gravity.
Tomorrow… I proclaim victory. I know it will be tough. I know the monster will be strong. I also know I can do all things through Him who gives me strength. Phillipians 4:13