Back in the Game

Throughout my seasons of struggle, there have been times when God's sat me out of the game, had me sit in the dugout and rest awhile. These are the times that God was trying to teach me how to rest in Him and how to quiet my soul. There was a lot of purpose in these moments. Recently, I have seen that God will sometimes put us back in the game, much earlier than we expected. I'm still weary. It's as if God says, "Perfect, now you'll rely on my strength. Still doubting? That's great, I'll help you grow your faith through helping others. Still fearful? Sounds like a great opportunity for you to learn how to be brave." And I, in a confused state, stumble, listlessly back onto the field. My struggles do not take away the opportunities for God to use me. My doubts do not forfeit my faith. And my fears do not overshadow the power God wants to display in my life. Toil is inevitable, but defeat is not written into the ending. Though I am broken, it is the enemy of my soul that will ultimately be crushed. So I step onto the field, eyes squinting through the sun's brightness, my body is tired, my soul may be a bit on the broken side, but if God has put me back in the game, then I must play on.