I have a group of guys who I work out with. One guy we call the pain master because he is the one who creates the workout regimen, and it always hurts. By the end my muscles have failed and it is difficult to do the most simple of tasks, like bend over to pick something up or even scratch my nose.
The week’s toll has been taken on my mind and body. I’m not miserable, just spent. Like the workout, it is all good stuff, but the repetitions have caused failure. Now the simple things seem so hard. Getting up from sitting down. Cleaning up the kitchen (which Esther started and inspired me to keep going). Taking the dog out. Brushing my teeth.
And then I look at my wife. The simple things for her have been physically hard or even impossible for a while. Today she drove for the first time in over 2 months. She ran some errands, bringing donuts home for breakfast. Cleaned the bedroom. Fixed lunch for the kids. It felt good for her to be able to do these things. All are things that would be easy, normally. Even though the weight is light, the repetitions have caused failure for her too. Now she lays here physically and emotionally exhausted. She is not miserable, just spent.
God has sustained us again today. It was his word that gave us hope earlier when we were at the breaking point.