I’m going to draw a strange analogy because hey, it’s my blog and I can right?

See, I’ve been taking a kickboxing class. And its really, really hard. Usually I get to the point where I can’t keep up; I can’t do everything our instructor asks because I’m just too exhausted!

Last week, we were punching the bag and then hitting the floor in plank position, legs in and out, jumping up hitting the bag, back to the plank, etc., etc., etc. .

After a few times of doing this, I was like done for. It was so hard to get back up from the floor and keep going. But I did. And then I did it again. And again. Yes, I was slower–way slower than when we had started it . . .but I kept getting back up.

Because I’ve often had this vision of myself rising up . . .barely able to stand, barely able to walk. But still collecting all my strength and rising up.

Even ¬†knowing there is still pain to come–and that I will fall again I still get up.

That’s what I thought about while i was doing my kickboxing class. It kept me going.

It keeps me going everyday.

I’ll say it again. There are days where i just have no idea how I will even make it through the day. But I just keep going.

It’s the call of those of us suffering and it’s faith. Because you believe there is ¬†reason to get back up–even if you can’t see it, even if you never see it.

It’s a powerful vision to know that you have the strength–that God gives you the strength to get up when you fall.

To know: Out of these ashes, beauty will rise.

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