Last week felt like I was running a marathon.
And I was reminded it’s not just my week that resembles a race, it’s my whole life.
I’ve watched this so many times. It is not just inspiring, it’s a true metaphor for our lives. We plan and we prepare and we try our hardest to win. To be the best. But we all eventually encounter hard things while we’re running our little hearts out. Some things so hard they take us to our knees.
Being shot in the leg.
That’s what it’s felt like since N came into my life. My race, as I envisioned it, came to a screeching halt.
That’s why it’s so important for me to decide again and again how I am going to finish my race. Accept that sometimes I need someone else to help me along the way. But ultimately, that I will finish.
I am no longer running alone. On two levels. That my God and my community are beside me. And, I’m now “running” alongside N. It’s not just my race anymore. It’s also N’s and we are going to cross the finish line together. We’ll finish in our own slow time and our own awkward way. There’s no way we’re going to be first, but we will finish on that great and glorious day.
“So the last will be first, and the first will be last.” – Mac 20:16
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