A Fighter

I saw a quote by Theodore Roosevelt the other day that struck me pretty hard. I suppose it spoke to the fighter/ the warrior inside of me...

"It is not the critic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at the best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat."

I find myself longing to be the one who completely spends myself for a worthy cause- proclaiming Jesus. Who at the end of the day, knows that I fought greatly and bravely and can approach the throne knowing that my fight was not in vain because Jesus already won it for me.