Rubber Meets the Road
There is an end to every beginning. A punctuation for every statement. A tree for a seed. And a finish line for every crack of the starter’s pistol.
But seldom do we hear about the time when the rubber meets the road. A point so low and so tough in any undertaking that it exacts from us the very thing we’re made of. Make or break.
I am going through mine right now. I pray that when yours come, you will get through it. And we will break through the finish line together.