I race to the finish line marked with perfection while apathy sweats from my pores. So I grab a rag to wipe it away but it keeps dripping down my face. And it seems the harder I try, the faster it falls. Until I realize there is no way I can reach the finish line on my own.
"I press on to reach the end of the race and receive the heavenly prize for which God, through Christ Jesus, is calling us."
3 weeks ago