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.