One year ago today, if you asked me what I could never imagine myself doing my 8th grade year, running cross country would be number one on the list.
Now let’s get one thing straight: I’m no great runner. I’m slow. Despite that, however, I showed up to practice on the first day.
So we ran, everybody going their own pace. Some people were faster. Some people *ahem* were slower.
Yesterday, I had my very first cross country meet. I ran as hard as I could, until there was no gas left in my tank and I had crossed the finish line. Out of 42 people, I had placed 26th.
At first, I was disappointed. I felt like I was slow compared to the other runners. That’s when it dawned on me: I had run at a great pace for myself. I had pushed myself. My pace was different than the people behind me, and in front of me, and that was ok.
I had run my race at my pace. It’s like that with life too. We go through life at our speed. And each route we take is special, and it’s the one God has chosen for us.
Maybe your route is moving to Africa, to be a missionary. Maybe your route is being a teacher. Maybe your route is being a mom, a farmer, a writer, a chef. But whatever route we take, we all have the same destination: Heaven.
We might look at the person next to us, and compare ourselves to them. We might feel slow and insignificant. But when we’re focused on their route, we forget about our amazing route.
Sometimes, when we’re trekking along our paths, the foliage is thick ahead, and we don’t have a clear view of what’s ahead of us. It’s then that we have to trust God. We have to trust that he’s put us on the right path, and that He’ll lead us through the unknown.
Run your race at your pace, and trust that God has put you on the right path.