Run this Race

I ran along the creek this afternoon.  Knowing that there was potential rain on the way, I took the chance anyway.  My friend, Erica, and I set off while gray clouds loomed over us.

Halfway through, I felt a drop on my face.

And then another one.

Pretty soon rain was pouring down, and we kept going, not wanting to get any more drenched than we had to.  Normally, we'll get to a certain point and walk the rest of the way, but not today. We just wanted to get to shelter, hidden from the rain.

So, I pushed myself up this hill, trying to get closer to the destination.  I'm not gonna lie, it was hard,  I didn't want to do it, but then something in my head said, "Run this race..."

And I thought about God.  Funny how He talks to me when I least expect it.

In our daly walks there are so many times when we think we can't make it; when we don't wan to go any further; when we think it's too hard.  Something pushes us to keep going; to keep running this race; to live this life for Him.

By the end of my run, I was soaked (but then again, it seemed inevitable since the rain was kinda coming down fast) and I got in my car, ready to head home and change out of my wet clothes.  I turned on the radio to hear Jeremy Camp singing, 'I Still Believe" to me:

"But it's now that I feel your grace fall like rain

From every fingertip washing away my pain

Well the only place I can go is into your arms

Where I throw to you my feeble prayers well in brokenness

I can see that this was your will for me

Help me to know that yo are near"

After that run I felt refreshed (both from exercise and the rain) and cleansed.  I know that God is always there for me, cheering me on.  "Run this race..." He says.  So, I run it, for Him, and I know that if I ever need someone to run to, His arms are always open.