The "I Believe" list is a reflection on my perception, not yours! Well isn't that just dandy? The cycle begins again. The human race is made of flesh with no discrimination of color, race, origin or sex. The flesh is something we need to live among the general population, or so I'm told. I don’t like my flesh nor do I like the constant battle of the devil residing on my left shoulder and an angel whispering on my right.
Fleshly Desire vs. Holy Spirit, Round Gazillion begins at the crack of dawn for this daughter. Like many other mornings, there was no fight left in this soldier for Christ. The Eye of the Tiger adrenalin was left at Busch Stadium the night before as the five hour drive allowed an ample amount of disturbing silence. The kind of silence that toils your heart and feeds the "whoas me can't anyone hear me?" tears. "Come on! Really? I'm already tired with no reason to fight. Can't we just block this one out?" was the voice of a neutral bystander; the one that plays both sides of the fence and pushes for the "flight syndrome". Of course, leave it to Satan. Just as the flight mode kicked in (aka blaring music), the iPod shuffle fed the flesh and stirred the audience; my sleeping children. Knowing I was weak with PMS settling in, the gloves were fitting. Holding back the tears, turning off the tunes and whispering the night loves and warnings of bed bugs was the smell I needed to fight and not flight. This princess, the angel on my right, is going to win the battle because my daddy can kick your butt! He taught me well, contrary to what you and your fans may think! Many rounds were bloody and filled with the whoas me tears but the round where loyal fans leave your side, flesh protruded.
Much like the interaction between determined Cardinals players and their fans giving up to face the battle of traffic at the bottom of the seventh. How rude can one be? As if these fans could do any better under the pressure? Umbrellas up and the partially filled stands roared as the fight continued to the very end. Bases loaded and the glimpse of victory was all the players needed to walk with their heads high and ready to face the next game.
A five hour battle of the "voices" may or may not have been the best fight and the exhaustion that lingered to the following crack of dawn ended in victory, or at least a promise of it. Although the morning hours seem to last all day, there were enough glimpses and warning versus floating around via His word and radio broadcasts to keep strength of perseverance flowing. Humility is not weakness.
Humility and the pressure it places on real fighters is one that many can not grasp. The walk with Christ is full of humility. I believe C.S. Lewis said it best:
Humility is not thinking less of yourself, it’s thinking of yourself less.
My Daddy, aka God, backs it up by saying The first shall be last and the last shall be first (Mark 10:31)
Yours Truly,
A Daughter with The Eye of the Tiger
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