Ever get to that point in a run where you’re just too darn tired to continue, even though you’re just about to turn onto your street? You’ve just run 3 miles, so a few hundred feet shouldn’t be much by comparison. But you just want to quit. The urge to just sit down in the middle of the sidewalk is overwhelming. You are, for lack of a better word, “done.”

That’s how I feel right now. So, so close. And yet somehow, ironically, the closeness makes it seem even harder. The last hurdle, and I don’t think I have the energy to get over it. 

“But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me.” – 2 Corinthians 12:9 ESV