My faith baton, which I placed in Jesus, required me to endure life’s struggles while holding tight to it. My aim was to complete my race, as I was certain that Jesus would be waiting for me at the finish line.
The baton met my grasp,
And I flew as fast as I could.
I held on tightly, chanting, “Do not drop the baton.”
With a rough sense of direction, I pushed faster,
Eyes fixed on the finish line ahead.
I knew that if I looked away,
If I took my eyes off the finish line, I knew I would lose the race—opening the door for self-doubt, pity, and self-hatred.
My heart pumped ferociously,
Oxygen fueling my strength and willpower.
The finish line was so close; I could feel it.
I couldn’t afford to look backwards or around me—only forward.
The race was far too important to be forfeited.
I couldn’t let distractions make me lose focus.
I couldn’t let the world’s problems cause me to slow down.
My mission was clear: to keep my focus on Jesus, for only by doing so could I reach the finish line and hand Him the baton as He was waiting for me at the end of life’s race.
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