The Courage to Get Back Up

When ordinary moments become the training ground for extraordinary faith

When things start to feel unusually ordinary, I pause. I sit still. I ask myself—how can I see God in this?

I used to believe that saying—“God gives His toughest battles to His strongest soldiers”—was more of a curse than a compliment. Maybe the battle means God’s punishing me. But then I realized—no, it’s preparation. I did sign up for battle the moment I dropped to my knees and prayed, “Lord, show me Your will for my life.”

That prayer enlisted me in a different kind of army—one where the victories are quiet, the weapons are unseen, and the battleground is often my own heart.

The discomforts I face—the setbacks, the moments of silence, the trials that test the limits of my endurance—are not punishment. They’re preparation. Every painful lesson has been shaping me into a woman with spiritual grit, holy focus, and emotional maturity.

I used to chase clarity, terrified of stepping outside His will. Now, I’ve learned that obedience itself keeps me inside it. The process begins with a made-up mind. That’s the battlefield: your mind.

Every time I fall, I rise again—not because I’m fearless, but because I trust that JESUS CHRIST is still for me, still working through me, still walking beside me.

You don’t have to see the end of the road to move forward. You just need the courage to get back up.

Focus Point:

Every restart is proof that your faith survived the fall.

Share this with someone who’s questioning if they should try again—remind them that resurrection power still runs through their story.