“Therefore, since we have so great a cloud of witnesses surrounding us, let us
also lay aside every encumbrance and the sin which so easily entangles us, and
let us run with endurance the race that is set before us.” Hebrews 12:1
How do you run the race when you are lost just getting there?
Or you’re sitting at the track trying desperately to get your shoes on; everyone else has long since left you in the dust. And I’m pretty sure spectators are pointing and laughing.
These exact sentiments are how I have been feeling lately. Not just because I literally neglected the sub-tropic temperature of the garage to run on the treadmill, but because in a moment of introspection, I attempted to figure out how to run the race called life. Starting with setting goals.
What are my goals? As I stared at my blank computer screen nothing came out of my blank mind to export. Except depression that nothing came out. Was there truly nothing in me? Didn’t I want to accomplish anything? Or did life kill the dream I dreamed? *Cue up Les Miserable’s music*
Well, maybe it wasn’t quite that dramatic, although I always imagined my life as a musical. But with my singing talents, I’d only be fodder for American Idol. The one they put on stage just to laugh at. And not the “looking like a fool with my pants on the ground” kind. He at least was known for something.
But I digress.
Goals. What is my life’s true purpose? Through much mental constipation, this is what I finally came up with:
- To glorify God.
- To train up my children.
- To help my husband.
- To write.
- To love others.
- To feed my family.
- To take care of my house.
Well that doesn’t seem to give me something to strive for, since I’m already doing those things. Okay, not perfectly that is true. Especially if you look at the pitiful word count on my writing and all the dust bunnies on my wood floor. Nevertheless, these are the things that fill my days already.
So, if I’ve met all my life goals, I guess that means I’ve arrived. J
I confess that I was a little disappointed that there wasn’t some big revelation in this task. That perhaps God had some great plan for me and I would ferret it out.
But, on the other hand, there was also a sense of peace in knowing that I should just keep on doing what I’m doing. I am already running the race He set before me. As simple as it. It is who I am.
So, maybe I don’t know what I want to do when I grow up. But maybe I know what I want to be. A servant of God. A wife. A mother. A writer.
How about you, are you running the race, or still looking for the track?