The race is not the road that lies before you; it’s not the speed at which you travel or the milestones you pass or the distance between you and your goals, or the world’s standards, or the accomplishments or failures or lessons you’ve experienced. I’ve learned that the race is actually the person you become one moment at a time, the person you are becoming, and the person you used to be… All teamed up into one perfect being, putting one foot in front of the other as you step into the destiny God planned for you. It doesn’t matter how you get there, how soon it happens or how long it takes… Because there is no place of arrival. There is no finish line. No certain place of aim; no course of direction… It’s a fluid journey across the vastness–and the limits–of time. It arrives as quickly as it passes. And it’s painful, and it’s joyful. It’s harsh, and it’s rewarding. It’s as unpredictable as it is intuitive: the process of becoming.
We are never the same person, from one day to the next. We are rainbows of uncertainty, brightly shining in the various shades of how we feel. Like quicksand, we step into our future with as much confidence as we have fear. As much courage as we have doubt. Life has a way of teaching us all how incredibly small we are… People disappoint us. Our expectations lead us into a sense of understanding that we soon discover bears no weight in reality. We are all minnows swimming upstream against wild currents and all odds.
But that’s the beauty of it. That’s the greatness of our God. That’s how much faith He has in us, to set us free in a violent world and believe that we will find our way back to His truth.
It’s a gift. Some people never see it that way. But to those of us who do, how great–and how perfect–is the race. One day, one moment, one feeling, at a time.