So many of us are walking through life in a painful, spiritually deficient, cold and lonely abysmal state. Not realizing it is a race worth running till the very soles of your feet are stripped bare of all life’s misery. Watching the other players through jealous tinted goggles, thinking we know them so well. Not only have we slumped into a pity party, but we have invited with open arms, delusion, confusion and dysfunction to join us. Drinking up pitchers of sorrow spiked with regrets, guilt and anger. Overeating plates of self-inflicted pain and stuffing ourselves with meaty portions of left over broken dreams, painful relationships and why me? Allowing ourselves huge pieces of mental and emotional suicide for dessert.

The truth is that as the world’s population increases in boundless numbers, so do the number of walking dead people. The news is full of accounts of actions taken by walking mummies wrapped in tormented flesh. So often we have looked at our neighbor, coworker, friend, family member or stranger and assumed their life was so perfect. We became envious of the material things we witnessed; stupidly thinking they have all the luck. I could not understand being a faithful, Christian woman who had struggle most of my life. I felt that I had given too many and accepted little. I know you asked the question “Why do all the good people have bad breaks?” I was eaten alive by judgmental thinking and envy. So quickly I forgot about all of the blessing given to me. I was told however, “Do not envy the riches of the world, for the riches of the heart are greater.”

Upon reflecting on the trials and tribulations I have to endure thus far……………I FEEL LIKE RUNNING…

Standing at the starting line, the overwhelming fear of failure enveloped my spirit, stagnating me into a place of immobility. Looking unto my counterparts, competitors and idealistic gold cup winners, I allowed self-doubt, discouragement and the disease of complacency to root me in the whirlpool of self destruction. Delusions and illusions of preparedness and swiftness at which my counterparts and competitors in the race of life seemed to excel robbed me of my judgment, faith and confidence. As I was standing in line; the normal sense of fear kicked in. Playing God as I so often did, I sabotaged my own promise of success by predicting the outcome of the race of life before even leaving the start line. My willingness and fear of relying strictly on the encouraging words of my Coach (Him) handicapped me into a world of spiritual deafness.

No more said my Lord… “Believe in the miracle in yourself and believe in my favor .Do not fear silence or the lonely path, for at the end is light and favor! Stop wasting time complicating matters that I have control over, run the race with the gifts in tools I have anointed you with. All you need is my guidance and comfort.

I say to you those days are over, now as your book says, “GET READY, GET SET, GO!”

‘’EVERY PLACE THE SOLE OF YOUR FOOT SHALL TREAD UPON, THAT HAVE I GIVE UNTO YOU. “

-Joshua 1:3