I'm a Runner, not Road Kill.

I love to run.  I like the results.  Running is tough and it's a mental battle for me, but when I reach my goal, it’s a rush!  I feel like I’m doing something good for my body and I like the way that feels.  About six months ago though, I just quit running.  I ‘fell off the wagon’ so to speak.  Actually, I jumped off the wagon, rolled around on the ground and laid there like road kill, waiting for the vultures to come and finish me off.  Dramatic as it may sound, it’s true.  Sometimes life just throws stuff at you from nowhere and it makes you just want to give up and throw in the towel. 

  So there I was, another tragic victim plowed down by life- 

  Just one more piece of ROAD KILL. Anybody else been there?

.Galatians 5:7, Paul writes…

“You were running the race so well. Who has held you back from following the truth?” (NIV)

    

  If there’s one thing I know about road kill, it’s that it stinks!  Living life like a piece of road kill is no better. The offensive odor permeates to everyone around you. The only ones who get pleasure out of seeing road kill are the vultures who like to pick it apart for their own benefit. Now, I don’t know anyone who would purposely lay herself out on the side of the road so that the vultures could come and pick them apart, but when we give up on running the race sometimes we allow it to happen. 

Why would we allow ourselves to be picked apart by life’s vultures when we aren’t road kill, we’re runners?! 

  “We are hunted down, but never abandoned by God. We get knocked down, but we are not destroyed.” 2 Corinthians 4:9

 It’s time to scrape ourselves up off the pavement, and get back to running the race because We are RUNNERS!

“Let us run with endurance the race God has set before us”. Hebrews 12:1 Pin It

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