Compassion

A Race Run And Gifts That Never End

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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!

  It’s been two weeks since I continued my count of gifts on here. I continue to be blessed just by the looking for and counting of gifts. By the simple act of being a seeker, of learning to accept all things from His hand, I am learning to live freely, trusting that Abba knows best, and what flows from Him, both the big and small in life is by His approval and choosing, even when appearances might cause me to think otherwise…
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Counting on to my 1000 gifts~

548. The pink, slip-of-a-moon hanging up in the midnight sky

549. Sunset

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!)

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18 thoughts on “A Race Run And Gifts That Never End

    1. Anonymous

      Thanks, Heather. It was something else! So thankful to have done it, and thankful I can recover now. I am much more sore than I anticipated. God be glorified, though, he definitely brought me through! 😉

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  1. Oh Kris, congratulations on a job well done!  I’m so proud of you!  Your selfless act raising money for Compassion children in need is a beautiful jewel in the crown you will one day place at His feet.  What an accomplishment, and what a beautiful act of worship.  I know He is well pleased with you, sweet friend!

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    1. Anonymous

      I am humbled by your sweet words. it was a challenge like no other I have faced. I am thankful to have done it, to have had the opportunity to run *that* race and I know that the trials faced on the trail are sort of an analogy for the trial faced as we run this race for Him… Thank you, Jana!

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  2. Anonymous

    i am in awe.  good for you, girl!!!  i. hate. running.  🙂  so i know how hard it must have been if this is something you don’t have a natural bent for.  hiking, biking, just about anything. . . but not running, please!!!  anyway, just wanted to say i’m proud of you for setting a goal, sticking with it, and going after it with PASSION.  
    sounds like God used it for His glory.
    steph

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    1. Anonymous

      I used to hate running too. Ia m growing to enjoy it though. It is very hard for me, and I am slow. I am finding though, God meets me on the road and it is a special time of communion with him, sweating and struggling to take each step…. Thank you for your encouragement! It blesses me more than i can say!

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  3. Jenn Hand

    wow this was such an exciting post to read.. congrats on your race and that you finished.. that is awesome.. in january of last year I ran a marathon and i to can relate to the only thing getting me across that finished line was HEbrews 12.. glory.. way to go. rejoicing with you today (and i am sure you are sore!)

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    1. Anonymous

      Wow! A marathon! I honestly cannot imagine, as running the 10 miles was exhausting and so hard for me. That is fantastic! So thankful you stopped by today and thank you for the encouragement! God bless you!

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  4. Way to go…I always admire those who hate to run…who push pass themselves…dig deep…find Grace for the moment.  I have to admit…I love to run…so I say well done…well done…
    Blessings~

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    1. Anonymous

      Thanks, Marlene! I hope all is well with you guys and Lord -willing, we will be able to catch up again soon! God bless you all!

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