Don’t Run the Race Alone

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Don’t run the race alone.

Ready…set…go!

Gun pop!

Keep running, don’t stop!

I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. 2 Timothy 4:7

The Apostle Paul was a man laced up with endurance and perseverance. He never stopped running due to water bottles filled with faith.

While running his race, he never forgot to grab side-liners by their arms with his letters of encouragement. He lifted up the lost, and handed them sneakers to run their race with boldness.

Are we also including others in our racing lane? Grab others by their arms, and witness while running together.

Are we placing sneakers before disoriented souls, so they can find God easily? Grab the hands of weary substitutes, and put them on the track to Heaven.

Are we helping tie the shoe laces of the lost with the love of God? Tie the laces tightly, so fellow runners can eventually sprint with spiritual confidence in their own lane.

Is our lane open to others that have loosened their shoe laces and stumbled? Offer steady reassurance by letting the drained rest upon your shoulders.

Are we sharing living water in a cup and handing it to the lost in the bleachers?

Don’t run the race alone. Don’t forget to help others onto the track of Heaven bound glory. Make sure when you look to the left and right of you, that there are other racers fighting the good fight.

Ready, set, let’s go!

Gun pop!

To Heaven! Don’t stop.

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