Praising Through Clouds #9  The Race


            Hattie was driving home from Publix.  (You must think, by now, that Hattie goes to the grocery store much too often.)  The blue sky ahead of her was filed with small puffs of white, spaced apart from each other, almost in lines.  She wondered why they were not blopped together in to a few larger white clouds.   But, they were lined up, and in rows, like runners on a race track. 

            Running the race; little clouds blowing to the east; several verses came to Hattie’s mind. 

….lay aside the weight of sin, run the race that is set before you with perseverance, look to Jesus who has already run and pioneered and perfected the faith, who endured the cross for the joy that came afterwards. (Hattie’s paraphrase Hebrews 12:1-2.) 

….in a race all runners compete, but only one receives the prize.  So, run, in such a way, that you may obtain it.  (I Cor. 9:24) 

….forgetting what lies behind and straining forward to what lies ahead, I press toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Jesus Christ.  (Phil. 3:13-14)

            Before she realized it, Hattie was turning her CRV on to the dirt driveway; she felt strangely solemn.  She mindlessly unloaded the groceries because she knew, that as soon as cold items were in the refrigerator, she’d sit on the porch, and pray, and try to discover if she had been running the way God wanted her to run, or how she might need to change her course, or why was she even running at all; what was the prize?