I
find that in
this struggle for the unborn
we lose many people along the way. I think this is because it is
our temptation in the flesh to struggle under our own power. Resistance
gets great. The G-forces that we have created build up and my “plane”
starts to fall apart. Things go wrong in my family, my work
schedule changes, there is a death. That is why many give up or turn
back.
But have you ever struggled for
something where the more you struggle to achieve it, the less you get
it? And so you give it up, hopefully give it to God. And then
mysteriously it comes to you - almost like a gift.
Like the protoplanes struggling to
reach Mach 1, my paltry human efforts create their own layers of
resistance that can never be overcome by human effort no matter how
hard I try. The closer I get to Mach 1 the more I fall apart. The
closer I get to Mach 1 the more the devil gets me to believe that the
whole enterprise is too wearying and too futile, especially because I
don’t see the hoped-for results. And like the protoplanes dealing
with G-forces never before encountered, I will come under the greatest
spiritual and emotional stress a split second before the Mach 1 moment.
I will be most likely to give up right at the point where I am about to
break the sound barrier.
