Thursday, September 30, 2010

Seeing the Finish Line

Its about the 2000th mile.....
I feel my muscles straining,
hear my echoes from another plane,
My heart pounds so hard against my chest....and I savor the feeling,
It tells me I still have strides in me,
There's no giving up this race....till I cross the finish line.

....The Finish line...
Now, that's an interesting part of this race,
Cos, I don't know where "it" is,
3000th mile? 4000th?....
I really do not know,
But I know its there, somewhere in the horizon,
My coach says it is...He's seen it you know.

So I pace,
I listen out for my coach and I pace....
"Slow down now" He says
"Now pick up the speed"
"Have a drink of water"
"I know you're weak, but just take one step"
"One foot in front of the can do this".

And that's how we've come this far, Coach and I
I remember telling Him once,
"Just tell me where the race ends, lemme know where the line is
then I'll be better, I'd plan the course and at least I'd know
how much longer I have left till the final distance"
To which He replied.
"All you need, and all you'd ever need to cross that line
Is to listen to me,
Let My voice be your focus,
then I would guide you, and bring you across that finish line"

Hebrews 12:2a (New International Version)

Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith,
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Wednesday, September 8, 2010


I'm reading the book "Finishing Strong" by Steve Farrar, I have read it some years back but while in the bookshop I stumbled on it (I gave my previous copy out to a friend who seized and so I bought another copy, intending to give it to hubby. I saw it on the dresser yesterday and i picked it up and started to read, I read this poem and it struck a chord.

If you're like me, you've been to the place of "failure" on several occasions, that place where you just want to give up and walk away from that dream that looms higher than you, if you're in that place now, I pray you get to read this poem and be encouraged to keep on moving on, no matter how hard. It tells the story of a boy in a race and how he fell three times but because of his father cheering him on in the stands he got up each time and continued the race.

Maybe you don't have anyone cheering you on and you feel its not worth it, lemme be that voice cheering you on today...go ahead and keep is not a 100yard dash, but a marathon, its not about how fast you finished...its that you did finish.


Defeat, he lay there silently
A tear dropped from his eye
There's no sense running anymore
Three strikes, I'm out, why try?

The will to rise had disappeared
All hope had fled away
So far behind so error prone
A loser all the way

"I've lost, so what", he thought
I'll live with my disgrace
But then he thought about his dad
Whom soon he'd have to face

"Get up" the echo sounded low
"Get up" and take your place
You were not meant for failure here
"Get up", and win the race

With borrowed will "Get up" it said
"You haven't lost at all"
For winning is no more than this
To rise each time you fall

So up he rose to run once more
And with a new commit
He resolved, that win or lose
At least he shouldn't quit

So far behind the others now
The most he'd ever been
Still he'd give it all he had
And run as though to win

Three times he'd fallen, stumbling
Three times he'd rose again
Too far behind to hope to win
He still ran to the end

They cheered the winning runner
As he crossed the line first place
Head high and proud and happy
No falling, no disgrace

But when the fallen youngster
Crossed the line, last place
The crowd gave him the greater cheer
For finishing the race

And even though he came in last
With head bent low, unproud
You would have thought he'd won the race
To listen to the crowd

And to his dad he sadly said
"I didn't do too well"
"To me you won", his father said
"You rose each time you fell"

by D. H. Groberg

PS: For the sake of the length i cut off a few verses, i hope the message still got across...