When I think about enduring, I think about running a race.
I think about how through all those 13.1, 26.2, 50, or 100 grueling miles, we persevere and each step keeps us moving forward.
And then I think about how running, really, is just a series of single steps, one right after another. And that sometimes, a single step is all we need to move past the obstacle that has risen in front of us.
One step and we're moving on.
If I discipline my body for weeks to finish a race and to conquer the hills, why then should I not discipline my heart, and soul, and mind in the same way?
And then I realize I should:
"For physical training is of some value, but godliness has value for all things, holding promise for both the present life and the life to come."
- 1 Timothy 4:8
So I ponder: If life is a race, then why not discipline?
"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."
- 1 Corinthians 9:24-25
And I am changed.
a rate of movement; a rate of growth or performance; a single step
verb (used with a object)
to set the pace for; to traverse; to measure by paces; to train at a certain pace
As I am changed, so my pace changes.
On the pavement it moves from slow to fast, and in life it moves from fast to slow.
Each one feeding the other.
When running, I move. While living, I stop.
Seek Peace. Choose Joy. Find Strong. Live Faith. Breath Hope.
This is my pace.