This is growth.
To not beat myself up when I fall.
To not make excuses for why I can't do things.
To realize that life is a walk, not a sprint.
To say with determination, "I'm not there yet, but I'll get there soon," not because of my own weak will, but because of the power of the Man behind me.
It is He who will enable me day by day to look at myself in the mirror and graciously admit that I need help, and receive it.
He will be the one who gets all the glory, because at the end of the day, when we cross the finish line, it will be His strength that supplied me with the energy to just put one foot in front of the other on those days when I wanted nothing more than to quit, give up, or die.
He gives me the hope and the assurance that one day, I will be more than fine.
But for now, I must keep my eyes on the prize, and by his Spirit, keep moving forward, making slow progress one day at a time.