The NYC Marathon starts on the Staten Island Bridge and ends in Central Park after leading runners through every borough in the city. The first time through the course, upon turning into Central Park and seeing trees and grass, I remember thinking, "Almost there." At that point, my feet had been jogging for five hours. The truth: I was still an hour from finishing (six miles). Yet, around every turn or over every small hill, my weary self was looking for the finish line. The thought of crossing the finish line, kept me moving forward.
Without that clear picture in my head, my tired, battered feet might have given up.
In our multi-tasking, multi-layered work lives...we are usually headed toward several finish lines at a time. This week, let's ask God to show us His finish line for us and to give us a clear(er) picture of its place in His story of our lives... and keep our weary selves looking for the finish line.
Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one gets the prize? Run in such a way as to get the prize. 1 Corinthians 9:24 NIV
However, I consider my life worth nothing to me; my only aim is to finish the race and complete the task the Lord Jesus has given me—the task of testifying to the good news of God’s grace. Acts 20:24 NIV