"It's hard to hold a candle in the cold, November rain."
Sundays are my most intense, uncomforting days of the week. All day long, I send my body and soul through intense rigorous gauntlets that beat on my mind and muscle.
I have many friends who are also in pain right now. They too struggle with physical problems and depend on more than just medicine to overcome the despair. Other friends of mine struggle emotionally with broken hearts and shattered feelings. Today, a few of my closest friends are left out in the dark and in the rain. I'm speaking symbolically.
From the early AM, all the way until the evening, I do what I can to help these people I love. Though I am no one special, I try my best to offer encouragement and prayer.
While trying to bring spiritual and physical aide to my people, I still am fighting myself to stay alive on the battlefield. Life is a battle and the war between Good and evil constantly drives on. The wear and tear of trying to do the right thing is difficult. I am emotionally drained from trying to do what is right. I could quit, but then the enemy would win.
I look forward to things on a Sunday like working with my high school kids, helping them study Bible verses and an evening of basketball. I play basketball with some real warriors. I fight tooth and nail to keep up to par with these amazing men. They all perform differently but move with such speed, skill, and stamina.
And now as the day comes to a close, the thunder rolls, and the rain beats down me. Now it's my turn to be in the dark and in the rain. My body steams from the intense work out and I look to cool my skull with the pouring water.
I hate this time of the day... the closing hour... the final scene before the screen goes black and the words "Executive Producer..." appear. The pain I've shared with my friends, as well as personal hurts my own heart received today finally catch up to me. Like the cold, today's insults and struggles wrap my body. The emotional and physical pain keeps me warm in the dark.
Darkness, cold air, falling rain, loud silence, and myself all holding on to the final heartbeats of the night. A battalion of demons surround my home, and breathe heavily on my window. This little Light of mine, I'm still gonna let it shine. But as the elements of the night pour down hard on me, it's hard to keep that light shining.
It's hard to hold a candle in these hard times. To my friends out there who are in pain too... remember, nothing last forever, even cold November rain.
