Our church screened "Facing the giants" recently.
The scene when Coach Grant pushed Brock to do the death crawl really reminded me of the time when i was doing my BMT last route march.
Brock kept saying that it was very painful to push on, to carry on, that his hands were burning. He kept wanting to give up, he kept shouting and crying out. He kept telling himself he couldn't. But Coach Grant kept telling him he could, and kept encouraging Brock, and kept pushing Brock to conquer the next step, and the next and the next. And the impossible was achieved.
24km route march, at that point of time, was a giant to me. It was near impossible. We had to carry our rifles, our field packs, our webbing, our helmet etc. I kept wanting to give up. My legs were burning, my shoulders were burning. My head was throbbing.
But halfway through the march, i saw a dead tree. A tree with no leaves, no fruits, but just bare branches. And God showed me a verse --
Habakkuk 3
17 Though the fig tree does not bud
and there are no grapes on the vines,
though the olive crop fails
and the fields produce no food,
though there are no sheep in the pen
and no cattle in the stalls,
18 yet I will rejoice in the LORD,
I will be joyful in God my Savior.
He was telling me that though it was very tough to get through that route march, He will help me through, and what i needed to do was to just rejoice deep in my heart that He is my Saviour, in the midst of the pain and torture.
God (and my platoon mates) kept cheering me on. His hope and love kept me going for the next step, and the next, and the next, and achieving an impossible goal.
Till today and eternity, i will always remember that barren tree and what God faithfully spoke to me.
"Do not give up my son. It might be tough, but look heavenward to Me. What giant is too big for Me?"
God of Strength,
Impossible shall become possible, I believe.
