At The Start – At The End

There are different thigns to like about races.

My friend is doing a triathlon and when he talks about the training he does for it, I am in awe of him. I am also in awe of his wife and daughter. They are there for him at the start of the race and they are there cheering him on at the end.

In fact, they are there for him at the start of the training and they are there for him after the crowds have gone and his shattered frame collapses on the couch ready to recover more than anything.

At the start and at the end, they are there. Rooting for him, cheering him, applauding him, supporting him.

It’s one of the best things in life to know that in the race of life there is someone there to support you. Someone there through every step and misstep of the training stages. Someone there in the gruelling stages. Someone there when the crowds have moved on while you’re struggling valiantly on. Someone urging you on, pushing you forward in every circumstance.

Until the race is won, until the race is done, until the race is over and even then the presence of that Someone is always there.

Things like this – knowing someone is there at the start and the end, no matter what – that’s the kind of thing that gives me courage to keep going.

(Photo by Tomasz Woźniak on Unsplash)

For His Name’s Sake

Shalom

C. L. J. Dryden