Go hard or go home. Leave it on the court. We’ve all heard it. Push as hard as you can, then push again, go until you can go no more, then take another step.
I’d reached my breaking point, the tank was empty. No more I’ve got a few miles left in me. I was done.
They always say you have one more in you, one more, then one more, then one more, until there are no more. One more rep, one more step, one more prayer.
I took a long walk.
The spirit was willing, but the flesh was weak.
No surprise, the scripture that came to mind was what Jesus told His disciples when He asked them to watch and pray but found them asleep.
Then He returned to His disciples and found them sleeping. “Couldn’t you me keep watch with me for one hour?” He asked Peter. “Watch and pray so you will not fall into temptation. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.” Matthew 26:40-41
An hour? An hour?
I couldn’t manage fifteen minutes in a dark hospital room watching her breathe. The spirit was willing, but the flesh was so weak.
As my walk turned a quiet corner, I cried, “It’s all I’ve got.” Little did I know I was feeling more than push-ups and sit-ups (or the lack thereof).
A warm breeze brushed my face with a whisper:
All you have is all I ask.
And I’m broken, again.
My pride, my supposed strength and understanding, rolling down my cheeks along with the sweat.
Lord, it’s not much, but it’s all I’ve got. And You know what You’re getting, You made me.
It is said when you push yourself beyond your capability, it takes time to heal, and it won’t be as hard next time.
But I have to heal first to see.
Lord, hold me up until then.
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