The clock ticks loud seconds away behind me. My arms and legs pulse to constant rhythm. Heavy breathing. Aching muscles. Active mind.
Strength comes at a price.
Discipline. Determination. Sacrifice.
Light bulb moment in the basement.
My strength — it’s not mine at all. It comes at a price.
Sacrifice is the buzz word.
If He hadn’t determined to sacrifice, if He hadn’t determined to give His life, my strength would be nothingness.
Yes, strength comes at a price.
The price of sacrifice.