Help Us Run

Good Morning, Sweet Lord!

Thank you for keeping me through the night--for never slumbering or sleeping. Thank you that I can sleep and know you are present even when all my faculties are shut down for a period of time.

Thank you for your salvation this morning. Today may we consider this great salvation we are in the midst of and part of because of the sacrifice your Son willingly made in obedience to You. When I truly stop and consider this salvation, when I think about all the intricacies and orchestrations that you carried through our history from our ancient father and mother to us my mind cannot fathom. I just do not understand.

Thank you today that all those in the history of those orchestrations, those who were your instruments to carry out this salvation for us are now watching. They are our witnesses. And according to Hebrews 12 they are cheering us on in this part of the race.

Help us to run this morning. Help us to pick up our feet and put them one in front of the other. Our strides do not have to be long, our pace does not have to be fast. We need simply to keep running. Father, there are times that I forget how to run. Times I am too confused to run. Times I am too frustrated to run. Times I am too weary to run.

Remind me.

Remind us, Father, that you do not leave us to run alone. You do not send us out into this race without resources, without encouragement or without a goal. You do not call us to run aimlessly. You do not call us to run without purpose. You do not call us to run haphazardly. You do not call us to run blindly. Your Son, precious that he is, marked the race ahead of us. He paved the path and set the signs for our direction.

So, this morning help us run. Regardless of where we are in this race, please help us run. If we are at the beginning and are full of verve and energy, or if we are in the middle and we have set in for the long haul and we are getting a little weary or if we are moving toward the finish line--wherever we are, Father, help us run. One foot in front of the other. One breath at a time.

The Prize is waiting. The Reward is ready. The Rest is prepared.

Glory! This morning I think I can briefly and faintly hear the cheers of that great cloud of yours. But it is Jesus' voice I hear the clearest.

Amen and amen.