Surrender

This is the fate of fatigue, and the cause of slow defeats. The will when sapped no longer arises. Greetings to you, I the Stranger bid you to somberly read this short message. It won't be like my previous commentary, which was more like a rapid dump of many thoughts, but a concentrated topic on a serious theme.

Surrender and fatigue, do they conquer you? Or do you prevail through other means? Here's the skinny. Surrender is necessary, and surrender is to be avoided. Fatigue is a consequence, and fatigue can be banished. Personally one of my greatest enemies is fatigue. The desire to just lay back and slide through it all. But those times I regret bitterly, because the first thing to fall through the woodwork is my time with the Good Book.

It's the slow surrender, the creeping normalcy, the killing sand. And if it goes on long enough struggles become short and seemingly useless. Fatigue, discouragement, and despair go together on the road to sloth.

The only answer is surrender of another sort, but this surrender is a fight, a war. You have to ask for help, and WITH that help defeat your enemy. Not watch that help, not mildly struggle with the help, but using that help, that grace, as the source and tool of your escape. But not necessarily the action thereof. Defeating fatigue is easier at the beginning than at any other point, nip it in the bud and its much less of a hassle. But tearing fatigue up by its roots can be like levelling a mountain with a plastic shovel.

Fortunately our help is not a plastic shovel, but it isn't usually dynamite either. Our help is like the strength in your muscles, integrated into you for a purpose and meant to be used. Our help takes work, but without it we would not succeed even if we worked our entire lives. This grace makes futility possible, but it doesn't always make futility easy. Not that it can't but the most growth occurs when the larger challenges come, to force us to surrender to the right being in the right way.

Dt