The first half of the New York City marathon is a party. 28000 other runners surround you and crowds are lining the streets cheering you on. You feel like you could run forever. At Mile 13 you cross over into Manhattan and the party is over! At around mile 16 you hit the wall. You’re absolutely miserable. Physically and psychologically you are busted. Bryan Wilkerson put it this way… I remember passing one of the first aid stations where runners were lying on cots, pale and gaunt. Some even had IV’s in their arms. In my mind I thought LUCKY DOGS. At that point I began to despair. I imagined myself going home and having to tell everyone that I didn’t finish. Why did I ever sign up for this? What ever made me think that I could do it?
That’s when it hit me. One way or another I had to get to Central Park. I had no car, no money for a cab, and no phone to call someone. Whether walking or running I would have to get there on my own two feet. So I might as well keep on running. Just keep putting one foot in front of the other. Don’t think about the next six miles just think about the next step. Don’t think about all those that have failed. Focus on those that have finished. Gradually the miles passed by and before you know it you’re crossing that finish line. Whether you were first or 10,044th place does not matter, no one can take that glory from you.
You may feel like you are at the wall. Hit from every side, by all kinds of things. You may even be thinking about giving up or doing something foolish. Don’t do it. Keep putting one foot in front of the other. Keep on going. Keep on standing. It’s he that endures to the end, the same shall be saved.
PRAYER: AM NO QUITTER! AM A VICTOR, A WINNER AND AM WALKING IN DOMINION! I WILL FINISH THE RACE THAT IS BEFORE ME AND WEAR THE CROWN IN JESUS NAME.
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