War zone

Some days I am on a battlefield when I run. My war zone is my head. That's where Satan likes to manipulate, influence,and bring confusion. In days gone by I didn't acknowledge the war. I lay like a victim while the bully beat the snot outta me. And if he left I wollered around wondering why me...

Now I know that Satan is after me. I must stand with the courage God poured into me. Even still some days are harder than others. I fought every step of my 6 miles today for freedom. I'd grab a thought captive just to have another tumble over me. Sheesh!

So today I fight to call my run successful. It was slow, had too many walking breaks. But it just might go down as a victory because I did not relent!