Fighting Fate

She bit down hard on her bottom lip, forming blood in her mouth. Clenching her fists, she stared at her lingering fate. She was in a battle and she had to win, but the spinning in her head made her think that she was losing. She felt a tear fall down her face and she bit down harder on her lip to stop her emotions. She could see everyone she loved before her and she felt as if they were fading. Her battle was becoming too hard and her head continued to spin even more. She wasn’t ready to lose; she definitely wasn’t going to give up. She was young, she could fight this, but the lingering fate before her kept getting closer and closer, demolishing her oxygen, making her not be able to breath. She gasped for air and with her fist clenched tight, nails digging into her palm, she pounded at her fate. She would not let it win. It did not let the blow phase it and it continued toward her, its life drilling a hole through her. Blood poured from her abdomen, from her mouth, from her nose, from her hands. She fell on her knees, giving into the emotions as she let tears flow. Her air was rapidly decreasing as the fate came closer. The battle was ending and she was losing. She looked down at her hands, the blood oozing from the wounds on her palms and she was reminded that all through this battle, she forgot that she wasn’t fighting alone. She looked up to see a hand extended towards her, scarred by even deeper wounds. Looking up to see the face of her savior, she beheld Christ in his glory, pulling her from the battle – victory was won.