Taking the first step

The first thing, and the most important thing,

about running is merely the decision to run the race.

It sounds easy, and yet,

taking the first step can be the hardest part.

I remember when I decided to participate in a 5k for the first time.

I was so nervous my butterflies had butterflies.

I had so many questions;

What If I couldn’t finish?

What if I come in dead last?

What if I get lost?

Or fall?

When The debate with myself ended,

I looked at the worst-case scenarios

and decided that I would probably survive the worst that could happen.

That decision to compete was the starting point.

In our spiritual life, we will be faced with the same choice.

The decision to be in the Christian race or not.

What people fail to realize is that they are running a marathon,

whether they like it or not.

We are either running a race toward God and heaven

or satan and hell there is no other option.

The choice is yours and mine which race we will be running.

Sadly, many are running the wrong, and they don’t even know it.

Just remember that just like the 5ks I run,

there is a deadline.

None of us know how many days we have left on this earth.

Then it will be too late to make another choice.

The race will be over, and the decision will be made.

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