The Finish Line
There is a point in every marathon where the runner gets weary and wants to quit. He doesn't feel like he can finish. His strength is running out. I've been a runner in a few races before. In one particular race, it was sort of like a relay, with both bikers and hikers. I think that was probably the toughest race I've done yet. I started out great. I had a lot of strength, and it helps when there is at least one or two people not too far away from you. I was behind this one girl, but then she sped up a little, and I was all alone. (Keep in mind that this was in a woods area, and there were different check points with a person at each to time us.) Well, for a little while I was doing okay. But at one point, I was kind of scared and weary, and I felt like it was taking forever to get to the next check point. Finally, I asked God to give me the strength and to help me. I made it to my destination- but only with God's help. Closer to the end of the race, we