I am a fighter. No matter how many times I get knocked down, I will get back up. No matter how much you throw at me, satan, I WILL get back up. No matter how many times you throw crap in my face, I will fight back. No matter how many times you discourage me, run amuck in my thoughts, no matter how many times, I will fight. No matter how many times I fail and fall, I will keep getting back up. No matter how many people I run off, and disappoint, and hurt, I will keep getting back up. Because of Jesus. Because of Jesus I will keep getting back up. Because of His love. Because of His pursuit. You pick me up over and over again. Skinned knees. Torn up hands. You keep picking me up. You keep dusting me off, and setting me back on solid ground. You keep picking me up, even when I don’t want to get back up. Even when I’ve failed a thousandth time, even when I have gotten lost. You continue to pursue. To pick me up. To dust me off. So no matter. NO matter what you throw at me, Satan. Bombard me with. Plague me with. Disturb me with. No matter how many times I fall. Fail. No matter how beaten and broken I become. Bruised and crushed. No matter how dirty I am after falling into the same mud over and over again. I will keep getting back up. With your help, Jesus. With your love. By your constancy and grace. By your power and might. By your goodness and will. I will keep getting back up. I am not a quitter. I am a fighter.
“For though the righteous fall seven times, they rise again,
but the wicked stumble when calamity strikes” (Proverbs 24:16).