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Have you ever suffered through an intensely stressful season where your body just wanted to quit?
Lately, as I navigate the queasiness, stomach cramps, and headaches from chemotherapy, I’ve been digging deep for physical and spiritual endurance. In the middle of chemo, the enemy loves to whisper that you have nothing left to give.
But this week, I found unexpected encouragement from a forgotten heroine of the American Revolution: Margaret Catherine “Kate” Barry.
The Freezing Midnight Ride
Picture the bitter winter of January 1781. The British were sweeping through South Carolina, and American General Daniel Morgan desperately needed more men to hold the line. Kate Barry wasn’t a trained soldier. But she knew the backcountry trails of Spartanburg County—and she could ride.
In the freezing January dark, she secured her toddler safely in her cabin, mounted her horse, and volunteered to gallop into the night to rally the scattered local militia.
Strip away the historical romance, and the reality was terrifying. Kate navigated rough terrain and tangled underbrush in absolute pitch blackness, with swollen creeks and freezing mud underfoot. British scouts patrolled the woods; if she was caught, it meant instant execution.
Pushing Through Physical Terror
Fear in those woods wasn’t a vague feeling. I can imagine her jumping at every snapping twig, her pulse racing, and her muscles knotting with tension as she scanned the shadows for the enemy. Every breath of icy air must have felt shallow and sharp.
She was freezing, terrified, and profoundly fatigued.
Yet, she refused to quit in the dark.
Because she kept riding, the militia arrived just in time to join General Morgan and crush the British at the Battle of Cowpens—a pivotal turning point that broke the enemy’s momentum in the South and paved the road to the final victory at Yorktown.
Grace for the Next Mile
History remembers the glorious monuments, but the victory was bought by a weary, frightened woman who chose to take her fear with her and keep moving forward.
I am so thankful that God does not require us to feel energetic, fearless, or vibrant for Him to use us. Scripture is full of weary, trembling heroes—Elijah running for his life from Jezebel and collapsing under a broom tree, or David hiding in dark, damp caves from Saul.
When you find yourself in an exhausting battle remember that you don’t have to summon a lifetime of grit all at once. You just need enough grace for the next step. Not a year, not a week—just the next mile. When our own strength fails, His supernatural power begins.
“He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak. Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall; but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength.” — Isaiah 40:29-31
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