Compelled

I have a baptism with which to be baptised, and how greatly and sorely am I urged on until it is accomplished. Luke 12:49

I am aware that Jesus was talking about the cross and the task before Him yet I feel held by faith to walk a certain path.

Today was the day of the triathlon. I had been sick last Saturday with gastric, and during the week began to cough and block up. This morning it rained and rained but I went.

I dived into the water and struggled to breathe because of the chest infection but I kept going.

I finished the swim and mounted my bike and my head began to pound, it screamed in pain but I kept going. My legs didn't want to pump but I kept going.

The ride was arduous, with many hills and pouring rain. I kept going.

When I dismounted my legs were like lead and I had yet to run. I stumped along, ever so slowly but said to myself, 'but what if I can? Imagine how good you will feel when you finish.' My son and his family were watching, I knew I had to keep going.

I had to run up a hill and refused to look too far ahead and kept going. When almost to the top my legs came alive and I took off. Finally I ran down hill to the finish.

I finished because I knew if I didn't I would have to face these hurdles again, I finished because I needed to, I finished because of those coming behind, the ones that needed me to finish, to show the way.

Why do I do this? Because I know I have to. This is a part of the making of the new me, I am compelled to take the mountains and cast them into the sea. Amen!