Do You Remember This Toy from Your Childhood?
It's one of those inflatable punching bags that I believe are called Bop Bags.
Yes, its's that 4 ft tall inflatable bag with sand or water at the bottom. You would blow it up and then punch the crap out the thing and it would always take your heat. Every time you think that one punch would keep it lying down, the darn thing would pop back up again.
I remember getting so tired of it never staying down that I would jump on top of it and wrestle with the stupid thing for a while. And if you were my sister, take a big ol bite out of the painted face/body and the game would be over as you would sadly watch the bag slowly deflate to a slow and miserable death until the final decision that the toy just needs to be thrown away.
Sometimes in my life, I feel like this punching bag. I can receive a series of blows that I think would flatten me on my back and somehow I always come back up standing as strong as I was before.
How grateful I am for the sand/water that is my foundation to stand on. The force that always bring me back up is the gospel of Jesus Christ. He is my strength and the force that gets me to stand back up. He is the one that gives me hope and I know that I can always depend on Him.
The past few days the punches have been coming fast and furious. I can take anything that life throws at me. The blows, the punches, the left hand hooks, the being wrestled to the ground and even the sharp bites that may appear the air is being sucked out of me and I having nothing left. I can take it because He will stand me back up, He will patch the holes and He will never throw me away.