This morning, I woke up knowing that today I was going to do something difficult for me. There was a large to-do list waiting on me. It was also my only day off for the next couple of weeks. It’s been a super busy week, and I was so tired. I had a valid excuse for backing out.
I waited until the last possible moment to get ready, to get some breakfast, and any other last minute things I could think of. Even though I had been up for quite some time. It was a productive couple of hours. Some time in the Word. A giant leap forward in my novel, which is way behind thanks to my crazy schedule and awesome procrastination techniques.
I knew it was something I needed to do.
So, I planned to wear my awesome new race t-shirt. But it was kind of cold outside this morning, so I grabbed one of the few long sleeved shirts that kind of matched, and threw my new shirt on over it. A shirt that last time I wore it, was skin tight. A great reminder that with God’s help, I can do the hard things. Even if I jump in kicking and screaming. He’s always there, loving and strengthening and encouraging.
Having some pretty amazing friends doesn’t hurt, either.