Tired

There is a bell that rings 30 seconds before the round ends, these are the longest seconds in the world. Tired, winded, arms burning, head throbbing, legs filling with lactic acid. Coach yelling….attack…keep your arms up…lighting fast punches flying at my face…and each one finding its target…I can barely keep my hands up, let alone throw any more punches, my feet feel like they have 50lbs weights on them…I just want the round to end… Please end!
20 pathetic seconds later… Biggs looks at me and says, “it’s what you do when your tired that wins the fight.”

Yes… Lately my soul has been tired. What i do in the tiredness is what counts. Lord help me to pray, help me to fight. Don’t let the tiredness dictate who I am.

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