The face of struggle isn't always one that is visibly worn with lines of pain and turmoil. It isn't always framed with gray hair. In fact, in whatever face you stare, you'll find that even that face has struggled in some area or another at some point in time. Struggle is the way of life. In some ways, it is the way we are even prepared for life.
If you look at the violence of birth, you will know what I mean. This sizable baby has to be squeezed, pressed and otherwise made to feel uncomfortable to make it to this world. It isn't pleasant to the baby. In fact, it's probably the most stressful ordeal anyone can go through. But through that tight squeeze, excess fluids are pulled off the baby. Through all that vigorous rubbing, the baby's circulation is improved. With the prodding for the child to cry, his/her air passages are cleared. What am I trying to say? I'm trying to say that struggle is ordained and it can be one of the most beautiful things when embraced for what it actually is.
