The race was starting and my stomach was in knots. I felt hot and there were beads of sweat running down my forehead. My team was counting on me. I didn’t want to disappoint them. Just thinking about what they would say if I didn’t finish was haunting me.
Honestly, I wasn’t prepared for this race. I was mad at myself for not feeling ready to compete. But it was too late to have a pity party. They called my name to come to my lane. As I looked around at the other athletes, I realized I was out of my comfort zone. Why was I being forced to compete? Was it too late to quit? What if I told them I was injured? Maybe the clouds would darken and a thunderstorm would roll in and save the day.
But none of that was happening. The announcement came on for the runners to take their positions at the starting block. The finish line seemed so far away. The hurdles seemed closer together. And it seemed as if more hurdles had been added before the race.
It was time to call on Jesus and try not to make a fool of myself. If I tried my best that is all that really mattered. My team would be proud that I gave it my all. I prayed that they wouldn’t be mad at me if I came in last place. It would disappoint them more if I walked off of the track before the race even began. Or, if I decided to quit halfway through the race.
The time was now. There was no turning back and all eyes were one me. I wiped the sweat from my brow and positioned my body to start the race. The crowds were silent. I remember hearing the static from the loud-speaker. The next words I would hear would change my life forever. Runners, on your mark get set go!
To Be Continued……..
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