Get Up

There are mornings when rising feels like a mountain too steep to climb. The body is heavy, the mind dull, the spirit unwilling. We have all known those days, when even the simple act of getting out of bed seems beyond us. It is not always laziness; sometimes it is the weariness of a life stretched by demands, expectations, and unseen battles.

Yet, life does not wait. The calls come from family, from work, from church, from strangers whose faces we may never know. On days like this, the choice to get up is no longer about ourselves alone. It becomes a duty, a silent covenant with those who rely on our presence, our words, our actions. Showing up is not just a gift to others; it is also a declaration to ourselves that we are still in the fight.

No one has all the answers. We stumble, we pause, and sometimes we fall. There are limits to the strength we carry, and exhaustion will always knock at our doors. But until the day our bodies can no longer move, until the call of death silences our striving, we must learn the discipline of rising. To keep our heads steady, our hearts sharp, and our will set like stone.

Balance matters, yes. Rest has its place, and renewal is not a sign of weakness. But in the rhythm of living, there is one truth that will never fade. Every day we are given breath; we are given a charge. To get up. To keep going. To carry our weight and, when possible, help carry another’s.

So even on the hard mornings, even when the spirit falters, remember this: the world still needs you to rise. Get up.

Nugget: Strength is not in never falling, but in rising every time we do