I lift up my eyes to the hills—where does my help come from? My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth. He will not let your foot slip—he who watches over you will not slumber. Indeed, he who watches over Israel will neither slumber nor sleep. The LORD watches over you—the LORD is your shade at your right hand. The sun will not harm you by day, nor the moon by night. The LORD will keep you from all harm—he will watch over your life. The LORD will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore."
What pride can a man have if he gives up fighting before the moment it kills him? With every breath we have, we must never relent, or we are doomed to fail. We will get tired, we will feel agonizing pain, and we may come to the brink of death, but doesn't that make the conquest so much more satisfying? A triumph worth coming to the brink of death for is certainly worth dying for.
"I would rather be what God chose to make me than the most glorious creature that I could think of. For to have been thought about, born in God's thought, and then made by God, is the dearest, grandest and most precious thing in all thinking."
--George MacDonald
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