The “Golden Lining”

While taking my run/ walk tonight at the park I noticed the caution tape that still hung eerily on the playscape.

Then, I noticed the sunset setting so gracefully over the once clamoring teeter-totter. The grace from the orange creamsicle sun shone on the harsh “halt!” tape. It softened the mean-spirited words and glistened the boundaries with hope. “The sun will shine on children’s’ faces once again as they laugh and run free,” I thought.

As I rounded the path multiple times, I kept my eyes on the silver-lining sunset.

Hope summons our heart with Jesus’ strength. That strength, then manifests into endurance as you run tainted trial races.

The races we face today loom over slippery slides and unbalanced stairs to the top of pinnacle peace.

Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, - Hebrews 12:1

Peace...Heaven is the finish line of the race of loosely fitted life.

Do not batten down to this earthly realm, but fix your eyes on Jesus and His heavenly realm. Only then, you will feel a sound serenity as a playful child hanging onto unmovable monkey bars.

As you run this path set out before you, swiftly run pass pestering hinder hangups that slow your pace to glory.

As you run, clothe yourself with cool righteousness, so you won’t get overheated with sin. Keep yourself chilled with living waters.

“Keep on keeping on” without any distractions that chain your feet to fiery hell footholds.

So, as we all still look upon caution tape that limits life and bars freedom, remember the “golden-lining”...Heaven.

Heaven is our prize at the end of this earthly life.

Fight, run, race with perseverance to finish strong in God’s arms.

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