How Could I?
Have you ever had so much on your plate that you felt you could hardly breathe?  Like a duck needing to come up quickly for air after a long swim in the recesses of the pond, looking for food sources where there was none.  I'm not sure if that was a good example, but hopefully you get the point.  If not, let me try to explain a bit more.  

It has been about 1.5 years since my sons were taken from me with a bogus TRO. Since that time it feels like I have been on a treadmill, running with a fairly steep incline, barefoot with no water on hand.  Does that seem a bit extreme?  Well I would say my situation has been as much or more so than that.  

When a person has a calling on their life, they should not expect an easy wide path getting there, but a narrow and winding road in which they must have the guidance of the Lord in order to get where they are supposed to be going to reach the prize.  We set out to run the race with endurance and endurance creates perseverance and perseverance a deepening of our faith.  I'm not sure if I got that one right but if not perfect, well close to it.  

We can't stop running but we can jump into His arms and let Him carry us through to the finish.  He will guide me, He will direct me.  All is not lost.  


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