Finish
What God says will come to pass, even if it tarries it will come. I am watching my future slowly but surely come towards me.
Yes the enemy causes all sorts of distractions and sends the vultures to steal but as I stand with my weapons drawn and refuse to give up 'mine' it comes protected.
I have to trust the Lord that my faithful submission to His hand, walking diligently with eyes straight ahead, will bear fruit and it is.
My future can now see and recognise me, that is exciting. No longer believing alone and having to trust alone.
The Holy Spirit is having fun, decorating the way with garlands for a celebration.
It is as if I am a runner in a marathon and I hear the crowd, I see the ticker tape, the streamers, yet I cannot stop because I have to complete the race. The prize is at the end of the race, not when I see the finish line or hear the roar.
The party is coming, but not yet. My body aches for that rest, but not yet. I must keep running. Yes my lungs hurt, the muscles in my legs scream for oxygen yet I am drawn on. Finish the race! win the prize! Amen!
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