“Do you not know that those who run in a race all run, but one receives the prize? Run in such a way that you may obtain it.” 1 Corinthians 9:24. (NKJV).
“I’m ready, Grandfather. I’m going to win this race.” Grandfather gave a thumbs up.
“I’ll be right here in the stands. And son?” Timmy turned. “I’ll be praying for you.”
The big race day, July 4th created excitement and always drew a crowd. The runners toed the line, on their marks. At the sound of the shot, they took off.Timmy kept abreast of the group. He headed into the home stretch. A racer pushed past him. He stumbled, his foot twisting.
“Aww. I’ll never make it now.” He grabbed his ankle. He struggled to stand, felt strong arms come around him.
“Lean on me, son. We’ll get to the finish line.”
“Grandfather.” Timmy blinked his eyes to keep the tears at bay. “I lost the race.”
“Nope. You lose when you quit. Let’s get to the finish line.”
The crowd cheered the runners across the finish line, especially Timmy and Grandfather.
“Thank you, Grandfather.” Timmy’s chin quivered, his eyes shone with love.
“We’re a family, son. Always there for one another.” He tilted his head. “Sort of like the race of life. No matter which section of the race we’re in, the Lord Jesus watches over us. And when we fall? He’s there to pick us up. Sometimes He uses other members of the family.”
“Like you, Grandfather?”
“Exactly. The Lord loves you, Timmy. He’s always there for you. That’s one prayer of mine I hope you’ll never forget.” He hugged his grandson.
Kingdom Thinking. When I realized I was in the race of life, I froze, terrified. How could I do this? Then the Lord Jesus came to my rescue. He promises never to leave nor forsake me and He loves me with an everlasting love. He offers the same to you. Won’t you come to Him?