Staggering to the finish line....
Everyday I get up, put some clothes on (hopefully I remember to do this) wash up, go to work. My race in life is hard for me. There are other people out there whose race is harder than mine, but sometimes I must worry about my own from day to day, just so I can finish my race. If our paths ever intertwine, I hope that I'll be courteous enough to help you on, and I hope that you would do the same for me... Life is a race not a physical one, but a spiritual one. One that never ends. My race has carried me to places unknown, and places that I wish were still unknown. May God ever protect me and lead me in the ways that are narrow and straight. God help me to finish my race and to be able to hear "Well done, Good and Faithful!" I hope that at the end of my race to hear those words, then I will truly be able to rest.