Pressing on

I can't count how many times in the past few months I've wanted to give up.  Just wave my white flag and surrender.  

It seems the older I get the harder life gets.  Maybe I never took notice to all the bad stuff around me before, I don't know.  I tend to live in my own little bubble most of the time, shutting out the real world.  But things are getting too bad to ignore.  In the world.  In our homes.  In our churches.  Even our own children are having problems that they shouldn't be having at these ages.  

I want to help people, but what if they don't want help.  You can't help someone who doesn't want to help themselves.  

So what are we to do?  

The only thing I can think of is to keep praying, and no matter what, keep pressing on. 

Keep being the light in the world.

Keep praying.

Keep encouraging.  

Keep supporting.  

Keep rebuking when needed - that's the hardest one.  

It would be so easy to bury my head in the sand and ignore the mistakes that my loved ones make.  I get tired of rebuking and disciplining and trying to teach the same lessons day in and day out to these kids. That is where I am ready to throw in the towel, and say "Fine, ruin your life if you want."

Press on.  

Must. Press. On.  

"And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not."  Galatians 6:9

Nope, no fainting allowed.  Not in this house.  The white flags don't exist. There are no towels to be throw in.  We don't give up, because the Lord hasn't given up on us.  

We have to continue to take this life one day at a time, and give each day the best we can.  

We will fail.  

I fail. 

But that's life.  We fail and we move forward.  

We keep pressing on.  

LLM