I laid in bed last night thinking about endurance. I had just barely made it to the end of the day, and I was wondering if I was going to be able to do it again today. I don’t want to make this a complaining post, but let’s just say that this is a frequent line of thought for me at night. With two jobs and two kids, life is busy. So there I was, trying to get some sleep, and all the things that wear me down began to pile up. All the factors against me were lining up. It wasn’t looking good.
But before I was overwhelmed, I remembered that it is God who sustains me. My ability to endure is determined by the power that supports me, not by the list of things that try to drag me down. It’s like the fire in the House of the Interpreter. Satan is there doing all that he can to dash the flames. But it burned ever hotter and brighter because of the fuel that Jesus continually poured into it.Why do you say, O Jacob, and speak, O Israel, “My way is hidden from the LORD, and my right is disregarded by my God”? Have you not known? Have you not heard? The LORD is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He does not faint or grow weary; his understanding is unsearchable. He gives power to the faint, and to him who has no might he increases strength. Even youths shall faint and be weary, and young men shall fall exhausted; but they who wait for the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint.