Private Battles

There are epic victories in life. And we love them. They are often public, and praised and they simply feel good. There is just something about being acknowledged for having fought and won.

My one and only very slow marathon was one of those; I was never a runner, but I trained for so long and so hard, and with the help of God and my sweet Daniel, I made it. I ran the whole thing. And when I crossed the finish line, I burst out in tears thrilled that my family was there to celebrate with me. It was epic for me.


As I get older and maybe a bit wiser–because life has a way of making us that way when we don’t refuse its lesson,–I am finding out that there is a whole other level of winning. This one is very private. It’s a day-in-and-day-out kind of thing, pulling big and tiny weeds through regular cultivation–dirt under the fingernails and all.

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Winning the private battles is not glorious at all. It’s one breath at a time, one thought at a time, one turning the eyes away at a time, one decision at a time, one song at a time, one death to self at a time, one renewed choice at a time. Winning in the small stuff is what God calls me to.

Living on the edge is in the small stuff.

It’s pulling out roots then building again.

It’s building one handful of sand at a time, one brick at a time, one choice at a time, one word at a time, one turning the eyes towards at a time, one drop of blood and sweat at a time. It’s messy and stinky and all of that. And God loves it. And those small private hidden victories, they wind up building a strong foundation for what God calls us to.

96227402By the grace of God, I am up for the work. And when I am not, I give thanks for grace that will lead me there. Over and over and over again.

Sometimes, I link up with any or all of these wonderful writers: Hearts 4 Home,SDG, Hearts Reflected, WLW, EOA, Things I can’t say, Growing Home,Play Dates with God, Monday Musings, Hear it on Sunday,Inspire Me Monday, Tell me a Story, The Better Mom, a Mama’s Story, Into the Word, In and Around Mondays,OYHT, Gratituesday,Titus2Tuesdays, Extraordinay,Lessons from Ivy,Denise in Bloom, Sweet Blessings, Faith Filled Friday,Finding Joy,WholeHearted Home, Mom’s the Word, Reclaiming a Redeemed Life, Still Saturday. Wildcrafting Wednesdays, WFMW



  1. Thank you so much Barbara….for using grace gift to bless the body of Jesus…. You bless me again and again every time you write. Gita

    Sent from my iPhone Nni >


  2. Beautifully said. One thing at a time, that’s all we can do. And it does make a difference with the help and grace God gives us. Glad I stopped by! I’m visiting from the ‘Still Saturday’ link-up. : )


  3. Wow, a marathon? I’m training for my first 5K and all I want to do is finish (and run the whole time). I could care less about competing or my time (I just don’t want to be last). So, I get that victory thing–and I also love to garden, so I get the dirty hand, dig in the dirt, this feels good too thing. Love the analogies.


  4. How true to life experience this is:”Winning in the small stuff is what God calls me to.
    Living on the edge is in the small stuff. It’s pulling out roots then building again.” As an edge-dweller myself, I know how this feels. The hope and reassurance we have is that brick by brick God is building a strong foundation in us with Christ as the Chief Cornerstone. Thank you, Barbara, for sharing your perspective and helping us to feel less alone in our own private battles. I’m blessed to be your neighbour at #TellHisStory 🙂


  5. What an encouragement to be able to finish our race at our own pace. We have a cloud of witnesses cheering us on to complete the BIG race of life. God is right there with us holding us up at times lest we fall. Thanks for sharing with us here at Tell me a Story.


  6. […] The other day, you took me in your arms and gave me one of those bear hugs that make all ugliness disappear. It was strong and soft and rough and tender and full of grace all at once. And as I walked away, I became aware that I had just been touched by Jesus. And the rest of my day, it was marked by the scent of that hug–it lingered deep within my soul. It let me know that everything was going to be all right. […]


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