The Race

Today we went to a festival in the town were Zane grew up. My my my it was interesting.  Mom and Dad Hurst picked us up a little after 9 am this morning.  The festivities kicked off with a delightful parade.  I am always so proud to see our nations flag leading the way!  I also love to see the horses.  It was a very nice parade.
Then came the turtle race!!! For real, they had a huge circle. They put all the turtles in a make shift fence then when it was time they removed the fence and the turtles were off! There were over 100 of the little guys!  Everyone seemed to really be enthralled with the race. It was rather thrilling I must admit :). 
Of course that race made me think of life.  It seems like we are all always racing about.  Well, I should get personal and say I feel the intensity of the race very keenly at times.  It is in these moments that my guard is down. It is then that I snap at my boy whom I love so dearly.  Why?  I have a theory.  I think it is because we weren't made for the short race.  When we focus on the short race we get short sighted.  We were instead made to run the long race.  Running with patients like Paul talks about so often. 
I don't want to quit the race or really even to rest.  I want to learn to run swifty and efficiently.  I want to be well equipped with good running tools. So, I read and pray and praise more.  I apologize and serve more. I follow my Jesus closer.  I run the race. Not the rat style one but the heaven bound one.  With Jesus' help I do better next time because I am learning to run consistently.
My boy and my husband witness my race every day.  They are extra patient with this gal and I am grateful.  God is helping the three of us on our journey together!