As I reflect back over the past 11 months I see a girl fighting not to come on this trip. I see a team and a squad fighting for me to stay on this trip. Through out the year I have found myself fighting to believe and fighting for my faith to be strengthened. There have been times where I’ve found myself at the lowest of lows fighting to see the littlest glimpse of His face. There have also been times that I have found myself on my knees fighting for my team, my squad and people at home, for their faith and for their hearts. As I have watched my team and I this year I have seen all of us fight through the stretching with tears and with laughter. Now as we prepare to go home I see people fight to stay engaged for the last leg of our trip, I see other people fighting for them. I see myself fighting through the tears and heartache that comes with “transition.” I am fighting to receive all of the closure I need from this year, so that I will be able to begin the next season of my life. Through all of the fight I have never had to fight alone. This year I have learned a lot of things and among those things I have learned that it’s always a fight, or at least it should be. You are either fighting to be closer to Him or you are fighting for someone else. The biggest quirk about being in the family of God is that you never have to fight alone. The Lord knows it’s a battle, but He doesn’t leave you hanging. He gives you people to fight “with” you, and He gives you people to fight “for.” Through all of the fight this year I have watched Him stretch me into the woman He called me to be. He gets the glory. He is the fight initiator and the over comer. Just like a physical fight, it hurts sometimes. But being in the fight with God is the greatest thing you could ever partake in. It’s full of ups and downs, tears and laughter and lots of stretching and with each battle you can rejoice because we already know who over comes and with each fight you get one step closer to Him.
H-Squad the first week of the race…
