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I’m running the wrong race.

Often times in life, I feel like I’m stuck in this never ending rat race. And the reason I say stuck is because in those times, it feels like there’s no way out. There’s no light at the end of the tunnel. No silver lining to hold onto to keep me moving forward. It actually reminds me of watching a hamster run around in one of those little balls- constantly spinning and never really getting anywhere.

BUT. Every time I find myself in this place, I always hear a small voice inside me whispering, “this isn’t what I meant for you. There’s so much more.” Sometimes it’s when I’m driving down the road and don’t have any music on. Other times it’s when I’m almost in tears because I’m tired from the week. It doesn’t matter so much where or when I hear this voice, but that time after time, I hear it.

“This isn’t what I meant for you. There’s so much more…”

I think this voice is saying to us that life isn’t meant to be lived as a rat race. spoiler alert: we’re not rats! Instead, we are supposed to “run with endurance the race God has set before us. We do this by keeping our eyes on Jesus, the champion who initiates and perfects our faith.” (Hebrews 12:1-2, NLT)

It’s not about playing the how-much-stuff-can-I- fit-on-my schedule-before-I-can’t-do-it-anymore? game. It’s about endurance. If you’ve ever seen runners in a race, they carry as little as possible in order to get to the finish line. Have you ever seen a runner carrying so much stuff it looks like they’re about to fall over? It’s ridiculous. Yet so often, that’s how we treat life. We see how much we can do before we feel like we’re burnt out, we take some time off, and then we do it again.

I know that for me, it’s time to stop. It’s time to “strip off very weight that slows me down” and start running. Not the rat race, but THE race. The one that God has set before me. The one that isn’t dependent on how fast I go or for how long, but the one that is all about who I am. The one where at the end of the day, I can sit at the feet of my Father and hear him whisper, “well done.”

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