The Race … The Finish Line!

Good morning, Papa God! 

My lane … my pace … my goal, You have set.

There are hurdles at prescribed times. Most I clear with room to spare.

I feel good about my race.  It is going well. Then…

There is a fiery pain searing through my body.

I crumble. I fall to the ground. I hurt. I look around and others are passing me.

I stand to finish the race alone – wounded, hobbling. The finish line seems impossible to reach.

I look up. There You are coming towards me. You shoulder my weight.  

We, together, stay in my lane.

Then, Your words reach my ears through the pain.

My child,

‘It’s you and Me together. We are a team for you cannot run this race alone. 

Lean on My everlasting arms until we cross the finish line together. When you hurt and are fighting to complete your race, I will carry you if I must.

There have been many times when I have carried you. Lean on Me and trust.

My child, it’s you and Me all the way to the finish line.’

(Heb.12:1-2a; 1 Cor.9:24b)