This past Saturday I ran the Go Girl Half Marathon.
It was the second race that I finished all by myself. And it felt good.
I signed up for it before my life took a tailspin out of control .
And then I didn’t want to do it because I was having a hard time getting up.
My training was hit or miss because of emotional stress.
My consistency was lacking because of my heartache.
But I showed up. (At 5:30am nonetheless.)
In the cold and windy darkness of the early morning.
I pushed past the pain of sore knees and tired soles.
Because I decided that I couldn’t do it for myself.
Not anymore. At first it was a personal achievement. A goal of pride.
But when my life got hard, it became a lesson in grace.
I was doing it for HIM. Because my focus was on what He did for me.
The very next day was EASTER Sunday.
The day we focus on the fact that Jesus showed up when He could’ve stayed away.
What if He had not run His race? What if He had left us hopeless and void of light?
What if Jesus never got up out of the ground?
Thank God that I don’t have to imagine such a thought.
Thank God I have His overcoming example to follow.
Thank God He enabled me to get up. To finish my race.