It is gritty and hot and stretches too far. Trudging and staggering and wallowing through feel necessary.
They are options.
You can pick one of those.
Praise calls to Another.
He always hears the exult of humble lips busy with thanking.
Charging, He comes on the Steed of his own Faithfulness.
He needs nothing else.
Will you be swept up astride and carried over it all?
Will you let him turn what blisters into dazzle and glory?
Look, my heart, to your choice.
Chose praise and grab on.
For the one who answers that call,
is The One who Rides upon the desert.
-meditation on Psalm 68:4
"sing to God, sing praises to his name;
lift up a song to him who rides through the deserts;
his name is the LORD; exult before him!"