Yesterday, I ran 10 miles for Compassion International. We did it! I have trained so long and hard for that day. Today, my body feels about thirty years older than it is, my joints ache, and my knees feel like somebody whacked them with a cane, but I ache knowing that I gave everything I had, and that it was by God’s grace that I was able to run the whole thing and not walk a single step. It was such a joy to be able to run it with my best friend, to see her cheering me at the finish line (She’s so fast, and well,- I am not!) So many of you prayed for me, and many of you contributed to Compassion’s Critical medical needs fund through us, and I am eternally grateful for the encouragement and support form people who don’t even *know* me. I cannot tell you how blessed I was by the twitter messages and prayers of encouragement from this community of believers.
Your grace helped carry me through the times when I wanted to quit, which were at mile 4, 7, 8… it was hard. Probably
one of the the hardest things I have ever done. I have never pushed my body to do anything like this before, and I have deep gratitude for each and every one of you! It wasn’t for me. I know that several times along the way, it was God’s hand urging me to push, to just keep going. And despite my aches, which are temporary, I am so thankful for the experience of having run this race, for the least of these. The children who will receive critical medical care as a result of the funds raised will be affected forever, their lives changed because you stepped out, obeyed the call and helped. We should never underestimate what God is able to do through us, when we come together and give to make a difference. For those of you who are interested, I ran the 10 miles in 2:07:31 at a pace of 12’45″/mile. My only real hope was that I wouldn’t be the last one across the finish line, and for much of the race, I thought I would be. I started off with the pack but was quickly left behind and ran the entire race alone- well not alone, because I knew God was with me. It wasn’t until the 5 mile turn-around that I realized I was not the last one, as I passed 4 people who were coming up behind me on my way back. With every foot fall, God was there, giving me little encouragements along the way.
It was no coincidence that the last email I read the night before the race, was not only from Compassion International, but this was the scripture in it:
Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one gets the prize? Run in such a way as to get the prize. Everyone who competes in the games goes into strict training. They do it to get a crown that will not last, but we do it to get a crown that will last forever. Therefore I do not run like someone running aimlessly; I do not fight like a boxer beating the air. No, I strike a blow to my body and make it my slave so that after I have preached to others, I myself will not be disqualified for the prize. 1 Corinthians 9:24-27
These words got me to the finish line. This powerful reminder of our call here, in whatever time He has given us, to spread His message, to speak truth and love to those who need to hear it, this is everyones race. We run this race because of Him, and we are all called to run it with purpose, and determination. This truth, your prayers, Gods hand, all of it saw me through. I am So thankful!
Counting on to my 1000 gifts~
548. The pink, slip-of-a-moon hanging up in the midnight sky
550. Watching the kids struggle over toys then decide to share, on their own.
551. September, insanely busy, half over, but I know you are moving in this chaos
552. Lack of help, relying on you to meet the need
553.The hole in my life of missing extended family
554. Setting down roots, feeling established in this place we call ‘home’.
555. Encouragement from friends
556. Watching Phoebe teeter around in my high heels.
557. Learning how to do new things, having to find the answers
558. Learning to trust you, again….and again….. and again….
559. A race run. 10 miles, an accomplishment long trained for, hard fought for on the trail. Only by your strength, Only for your glory.
560. Nearly $800 raised for Compassion International (Still waiting for final checks to be added!)