It certainly was a grand-filled weekend. One evening we spent the night with the boys and two days later we had time with the girls. So all four grandchildren in one weekend—what a joy!
We drove around to view Christmas lights with three of the four grands and it was so interesting to hear or see their reactions. We had two-year old Zoe Kate all by herself while her older sister went with her parents to Mickey’s Christmas Party at Disney. Zoe quietly took it all in. I kept looking back to see if she was asleep but no, she was just wide-eyed in wonder at the beautiful lights.
Contrast that with four-year-old Callan. As we drove down a street he would loudly proclaim “That’s the winner.” Until we got to the next pretty house when he would state “No, that’s the winner.” Every new house we passed with any kind of Christmas decorations instantly became the new winner.
Being the winner is something nearly all of us strive for at one time or another. To be at the top in the workplace, to be the fastest racer on the team, to bowl the highest score in the tournament, to bring home an A to show our parents. Much of life is a competition and we find ourselves on the hamster wheel of that competition over and over again.
But all that striving takes a toll and often results in stress, fatigue, and sometimes a sense of failure. And while there may, at times, be a victor’s crown or ribbon to wear around our neck, the victory is often short-lived.
There is, however, one race worth running with everything we have in us, a race with an eternal reward. That race is to walk with God each and every day. To hear His voice and to follow His commands. “Friends, don’t get me wrong: by no means do I count myself an expert in all of this, but I’ve got my eye on the goal, where God is beckoning us onward—to Jesus. I’m off and running, and I’m not turning back.” (Philippians 3:14, The Message)
This is the race that counts. And this is the race I want to win, where at its finish line I can declare that “I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.” (2 Timothy 4:7, New Century Version)
With love, Mimi