Yesterday Nick ran in the State cross country meet – as he
ran, and rounded each bend, my heart soared, my adrenaline pumped, and I
cheered him feeling like I wanted to jump in and finish the final leg of the race beside him. What is it about the
run? About the race? That makes me feel so alive? That makes me want to wait
for the very last runner to round the bend, to cheer them on?
Paul’s words hit the mark;
“As for me, my life has already been poured out as an offering
to God. ... I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, and I
have remained faithful. And now the prize awaits me…. And the prize is not just for
me but for all who eagerly look forward to his appearing.”
At the end of the race I feel my desperation to finish strong
kick in. Desire and power surge through my veins, reminders of eternity placed
in my heart. This is not the end, will I remain faithful? Let me not just
finish, but let me stay ,and finish, strong.
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