Is this better? Is it really all about me, to push the cart up the hill backwards? To reach what destination, exactly? What remains after the scary dark ride to the top?
When it looks horrid, when it seems impossible, when I am viewing things as bleak or hope-deprived; God has me where I am for a reason, for a season.
How do we begin the day? Should we wake up running and stressed to beat the clock? Is it beneficial to start the day with a phone in hand; reading the text messages and emails that came in overnight? What we do on waking matters and plays heavily on how the day sets into motion. For my day to start right there MUST be an ignition point. So, my knees roll out of bed...
You were dead but now arise. Take your breath and come to life. Christ will bring us back to life. That is His promise.