The Finish Line

I struggled with sharing this poem today because it hit so deep within my soul… yes this is me.

I wondered, “How can I share this… I’m always the one that everyone says they turn to for encouragement. I’m the one that always has the smile and cheery hello… how can I put myself out there like this? Raw and naked. ”

I think we all have moments where we feel just like this.

I think we all have days where the joy is overflowing and our cup is running over.

I think we all have struggles that we don’t want to let go… don’t want to unleash… don’t want to open up…

We live a façade. A life where we’re looked up to whether as a mother, a professional or … you fill in the blank.

I look at my children and I wish I could see into their hearts mind and know just what they need.
I want to know how their soul lives and how it thrives.
What their minds wonder and hunger after.
Where their feet have taken them…

I want to teach my children to have a hope and faith and trust even when they have days where they feel completely unearthed, overturned and utterly forlorn… there is hope.

A hope that as long as they turn to Him and trust… it’ll be OK.

I am desperately trying to set the example.  Trying to show them the way… Trying to let them see not only the sorrow, but more soundly the joy that will eventually come at the end of it.

Life is a race… one that I’m determined to win. Some day I will hear those words, ‘Well done my faithful servant… enter ye into my rest…”  as I cross the finish line.

Until next time,


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