When something knocks me down either physically or spiritually, I automatically see myself, with my head down, but my spirit starting to standing up.
Then I see myself lifting my head, with bruises, cuts and marks. But then I see myself, in my eyes, a steely look I get, that says knocked down, but not out.
I get so determined to win (for his sake), whatever it takes. I have learned, I have the POWER and no one will take that away.
It says, ‘you will be persecuted like Jesus’, so his wounds will also be ours, to an extent. So if he could stand, then I can, I am related to him. I have the same gene pool, and that I do not doubt.