Last night I watched a basketball team win by one point to make it to a championship game. Their opponent in the next game advanced after defeating their opponent by ten points. It doesn't matter how much they won by when the championship game begins because each team overcame adversity and advanced to this final game.

When an athletic season is over, people don't remember how many points that you win a particular game by, but by how many wins and losses you have. Such is a day living with Parkinson's. It doesn't matter that I may have walked a certain length of distance or time, but that I accomplished that task. I won.

So what did I do to get me talking about this topic of "victory?" Well...I walked Ikea, spent twenty minutes on a treadmill, cleaned the entire house with my wife, walked the neighborhood and went grocery shopping. 

Not impressed? Let me explain...

For the last six months a trip to Ikea meant that my wife pushed me in a wheelchair so we could navigate the store. One year ago I was running 5K races, and in December I struggled to get to walk 200 feet into a store and had to be pushed in a chair to get to the terminal in the Airport. I would help my wife clean by sweeping a room, one per day. And grocery shopping? you know those motorized scooters? Ok. I think you get the drift.

That is how my weekend has transpired. I succeed in some important victories, but it didn't matter how long it took to win. I completed the race, but how did I know that I could do it?

Faith. Just one simple word. Knowing that I could do it and believing I would do it. Faith that my phyiscal therapist has in me to work out between sessions. Faith that my wife has in me that I will overcome this obstacle. Faith that I have in the Lord our God who is my strength EVERY day. 

"For the LORD your God is the one who goes with you to fight for you against your enemies to give you victory." Deuteronomy 20:4