I really do believe life is a race, in fact, whoever wrote Hebrews agrees with me:

let us run with endurance the race that is set before us,

fixing our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of faith, who for the joy set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame, and has sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.

Hebrews 12:1b, 2

I think we all run in a marathon, and there are certain sprints and mini races that we have to accomplish before reaching the actual goal of death (really, it isn’t a goal to die, but for me, personally, the goal is more uplifting seeing as how I will be in Heaven when I die).

In my life, I’m currently running numerous mini races, and it seems as soon as I see some glimpse of th finish line, the wind catches me, and throws me back several hundred meters. I just can’t seem to catch a break and end things once and for all. Whether it be my disorder, financial issues, or even just mental hurdles; I just can’t seem to cross that finish line and move on to the next race. The constant beating of my perseverance gets so tiresome and true with everyone who runs a race, quitting seems so good right now.

I really just want to give up, pack things up, and quit. But I can’t do that. What kind of testimony would I be to others? It’s just like being eliminated before Bryant Park on Project Runway (ha, yes, try and follow with the analogy here).

Even though, there’s a constant feeling of disappointment and discouragement, the prize surely makes up for the grief.

Although, having to run the same race for ten years definitely makes it tiresome.