The race

Guatemala was good because it made me realize many things. First, i got the rest i needed even if i was sick, but i got a good rest. My mind had too much time to think and i reflected upon my life. what have I done for you God? My thoughts turned into thinking of giving up on pursuing my purpose...i felt so tired of "my race". I wanted to sit down and let others catch up to win instead of me. So I found a place to stop from my running, and i observed all the racers who were trying to reach that precious goal in the end: Eternal life in Jesus Christ. As I was sitting there, feeling like I wanted to stay behind, feeling tired of all the obstacles of this hard race called life.

So I rested from my purpose,and i sat back and relaxed doing nothing. I realized that i was the saddest person in existence. I had given up on my race...(well at least in my thought life) and it felt good at first...being away from my purpose and just enjoying "life". But pretty soon i started to long the running....the perseverance...the tests that He makes me go through...So i cried and repented and asked the Lord if he would let me finish the race. I told him how much i missed it and how i longed to fulfill my purpose, that it was a mistake to think that I wanted to quit. And he looked at me and smiled and said "welcome back".

As soon as i came back to Houston i was ready to see all the other racers and just love the church. When i came back is when i realized that I am called to do just that... to love people and tell others about Christ...to finish this hard race called life.