Inside of the observation tower at Antietam, built in 1896,
overlooking the Civil War battlefield.
I'm having one of those times where it seems like I'm constantly doing the same things, over and over again, with little or no perceptible progress or benefit. (Another word for this might be despair, in its worst form.) This is far from the first time I've thought of the Greek myth of Sisyphus, condemned to push a large boulder up a mountain, for all eternity. It's a false analogy, though, and one I have to work consciously to reject. My life isn't a myth, and my struggles aren't hopeless. Even when life seems repetitively painful, it's not without benefit or grace. So, I'm choosing to move on, and even when it seems like I'm not making progress, I rely on God who sees everything from the beginning to the end, and know that nothing I've done relying on Him is in vain, and even my failures and struggles have already been redeemed for good in the long run.