Last weekend, I spent a lot of time with my family. My sister’s family lives in Dallas, so we don’t get to see them as often as we’d like. My niece, Keagan, is almost 2 and busy as ever! It was fun for my sister and I to switch babies for the weekend.
My sister and her family used to live in Jonesboro, but moved to Dallas last spring because her husband was offered a job at UT Dallas. Jonesboro or Dallas? Hmmmm. Not too difficult of a decision, I’d say. Anyway, some of their dear friends came down for the Little Rock Marathon and they were able to spend some time catching up over a delicious spaghetti dinner. The kids loved it.
Sunday was the Little Rock Marathon. My husband and my sister’s husband ran in the half marathon. My dad ran the 10k.
I am not a runner nor do I aspire to be one, but I greatly admire them. There is great personal discipline in running. I watched my husband train for months for this race! I don’t remember the last time I was so disciplined in anything in my life!
I think this is why the apostle Paul compares the life of a believer to running a race. Both require great discipline, tenacity, and an ability to keep moving forward despite the pain or difficulty you may be experiencing. As I watched each person crossing the finish line, I would get emotional. So few of the thousands of people running that race were doing it to beat someone else or to win. They were doing it because they wanted to finish. Just cross that finish line. No matter what time was on the clock or what place they came in. They completed what they had started.
This is what we are called to as believers. Not to be better than the person standing next to us, but to complete the race the Lord has called us to run in the best way we are able, in total and complete dependence on Him to help us complete it; allowing Him to carry us at times and carrying others when we can.
It almost makes me want to run a marathon. Almost.