Press Fervently Forward

My husband got home from work late last night and we were both eager to take our usual run, to talk tenderly, and romantically reconnect.

While jogging under the foggy sky, it started to rain. We both got aggravated, because it upset our paved plan. But, I said, “Let’s keep going...”

So, we kept running as the rain slowly stopped drizzling. The rain no longer lingered.

We completed our run and we felt like we won a marathon.

If we took the initiative to press fervently forward everyday, God before us, He would cut the ribbon before we even get to the finish line. We’d cross our destined border with an abundance of aptitude.

If we trusted God with a very loose rope, we’d bust out of the corral that captives our mind with worrisome wonders.

God does not want us to give up with ease, because the repercussions will be hardened with depression, anxiety, and defeat.

Run! Run boldly through the rain the rampaged rain! Keep going, keep pressing, and focus on God. Trust His outcome for us, because on the other side of the uncomfortable mist are mountainous rewards.

Cross the finish line and win with a Sunny attitude.

I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus. - Philippians 3:14

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