I am so thankful for the way my husband gently pushes me towards the race I have been called to run. I am so thankful that he doesn't allow me to take the easy way out and that he sees in me what I don't and believes in me as if it has already happened.
Today has been a day of being pushed over the edge, dreaming out loud and sharing my heart. It has been a day where on my own I would have settled for less, striving for small and believing in little. I know on my own I will miss the mark, I will not reach my full potential unless I allow others to share in my journey, speak into my life and hold me to the highest of standards when it comes to the calling that the Lord has placed on my life.
I knew I was in trouble when I shared with a friend last week that the thought of serving in a certain area of ministry caused me to feel like I was suffocating, not that God wouldn't or hadn't called me in that area but just that it brought me to a place where my breath was taken away.
As the week past and seed started to grow, I realized that not only am I shaped for the ministry of reaching out and reaching into others lives, I am also equipped and prepared for this very moment in time. There is a fire in my belly, a drive in my soul and a determination in my mind to do whatever it takes to reach out to those around me who have not yet met the real Jesus.
So, as God continues to take my breath away, I continue to lean not on my own understanding but on His and His perfect plan for my life. I will take a deep breath, put one foot in front of the other and walk by faith until I reach the finish line.
Running my race in a lane called "Grace".