Today was a tough day. Wednesdays usually are. I won’t go into details, but suffice to say emotions ran high today in the Butz house, and they wore this mama down.
My victory is not that I took it all in stride or responded consistently with love or managed to turn it all around for good – those are the things I was hoping would be true. But my victory is that I stayed in it. I tried. I persevered. I prayed, “Oh Lord Jesus” more times than I can count. He stood with me as we held the hill in the battle. It doesn’t feel so much like victory as it does just not throwing up the white flag. I live to die another day. For now, I collapse into bed.
What are you calling victory today?
