On friday’s, we write for  five short minutes without editing and gussying the page. We spill what rises to the surface and share it, bravely with others, and we encourage. We give virtual high fives and hugs and pats on the back, sometimes, we gather in prayer too, for the broken stories, the wounded stories that sneak out when we weren’t expecting.

This is Five Minute Friday, this is how we roll.



The last time I ran a race my prayer was simply, “Lord, please don’t let me be last”. I admit, I am a dreamer most of the time–except when it comes to running. The reality obliterates any possibility for disillusionment about winning races, and wearing medals.

And I am truly fine with this.


This acceptance of my physical limitations rests comfortably on me. I am not fast. I am not particularly strong, running is not my best thing.

In 2 days I am racing again. My prayer is still simply, “Lord, please don’t let me be last”.  The truth is, even if I were to find myself the last one to step across that finish line, I will still feel the rally of victory.

How does a loser win? Losers win when it’s not about them. 

 “If anyone would be first, he must be last of all and servant of all.”  (Mark 9:35 ESV)

This crazy 6 mile run has nothing really to do with me. I’m running for Manirakiza in Rwanda, and Apple in the Philippines, and little Abner in Guatemala. I’m running for these kids and the million plus kids in the Compassion program who need critical medical care that they cannot afford.

And you guys? You’re running with me because we ARE doing this together. My hope and prayer was to be able to raise $500. At last count, we’ve raised $1090


That’s how awesome God is. That’s not coming in last. That is blasting past the finish line, $590 ahead of the goal.

I’m lacing up my shoes sunday morning. You’ll be tucked in your pews at church while I’m running. We’ll all be praying for God to find us in this place, to meet us where we are and make us more like Him. I’ll worship Him from the trail, one hard, tired footfall after the next.

I might come in last. Either way, it doesn’t matter.

Because the ones I’m racing for–they are winning because of your help. 





  1. Nannette Elkins

    Awesome!! Run Kris Run!! I have a Kristopher with a “K” 🙂 he is a runner also! I will say a prayer for you Sunday morning while I am sitting in my pew. ♥

  2. I pray the same prayer. But are you right. You can’t be last with that kind of support behind you. When I watch races, it is rarely the winner who stirs my heart, it the guy or gal in the back who never stops even though every one passes them, they never cry they just go pace after pace and when it isn’t easy, that’s when my hear swells for their bravery. Couldn’t get my comment to work on Lisa Jo’s blog today but I did write this week. I wasn’t first. Or last. =)

  3. Oh the glory…
    I’ll be celebrating the breeze across your face, Kris! what grace…
    Thank you for putting those beautiful children before you…and Him always first.

    enjoy the view, friend {HUGS} love you!

  4. Becky Daye

    “Losers win when it’s not about them”- beautifully true! Oh, that we would all be willing to be last if it means that God gets the glory. Thrilled with what God is accomplishing through you, Kris! Thanks for being faithful!!!

  5. Holly Solomon Barrett

    Congratulations, Kris!! You have done a great job raising money for Compassion. And serving the least of these never makes us last. Enjoy the race tomorrow, regardless of where you finish!!


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