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“Not that I have already obtained this or am already perfect, but I press on to make it my own, because Christ Jesus has made me his own.” (Philippians 3:12, ESV)

Doesn't the daily battle get exhausting?

If only the struggle were merely external, that would be one thing. But the battle rages in my heart before I can even get out of bed.

Why do I still make a mess of things like I do? Why is my heart still so conflicted and torn? Why is simply trusting God still so difficult?

Why is my life such a work in progress when I've already labored so long?

Sometimes the questions are good, sometimes the questions are pure despair. Sometimes the questions boil down to a broken and gasping cry to the heavens: Why should I even keep going?

"...because Christ Jesus has made me his own."

Long ago my Savior knew the despair. Long ago he knew the choice between pressing on and giving up. In the face of the world's fiercest opposition, he pressed on.

He didn't press on merely to get through the trials, he pressed on so that he could buy me. He pressed on so that he could give his life to make me his own.

So I view my exhaustion in a new way. I view my troubles with new eyes.

I press on because Christ pressed on for me.


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