The Enemy doesn’t care.
They don’t care that you’re mad. They don’t care that you miss your kids. They don’t care that you’re doing the right thing, being done wrong, and still paying for the privilege.
The Enemy wants you distracted.
The Enemy wants you to say “not tonight.”
The Enemy wants you to say “work was exhausting, I’ll do it tomorrow.”
You know who does care?
Those two little girls who call you Daddy.
That old man who got called home too soon.
So ask yourself—does the Enemy’s desire matter more than theirs?
Are you going to give in and hand them your fire?
Or will you fan the flames and burn away the weakness?
400 lbs. Form broke near the top, couldn’t hold it long—but this was my third pull of that stack today.
My max effort, at a time I didn’t think I’d reach it this soon.
The Enemy doesn’t care. But I do.
https://v.nostr.build/Y9ayQPIbuCOimsTS.mp4
