I Sustain the Marathon — For the Night Watch

I speak peace over your uniform and your soul, I have not assigned you and then abandoned you. My right hand holds you.

When you face finishing well, do not improvise your soul. Return to Me.

When bitterness knocks, do not open the door and give it a billet in your heart. Bring it to Me, and I will deal with the debt.

Put on truth as a belt, righteousness as a breastplate, and faith as a shield. This is not poetry only — it is kit for the unseen war.

This is VOL-30 training for your soul: Run the long race without losing heart or cutting corners. I speak it not as theory, but as living command. Let the Holy Spirit's golden light search you, heal you, and send you.

Take hold of this Scripture as orders: "Wherefore seeing we also are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us, Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God." (Hebrews 12:1-2, KJV). Hide it in your heart until it rises unbidden under pressure.