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Even when I yearn to toss that walker with yellow tennis balls on the bottom to the side and break free and start sprinting...something holds me back and makes me use deliberate, careful, and itty-bitty steps. Is the Lord reigning me in, like a horse jockey does as he leads his race horse to the starting gates? "Whoa, Kimmy...whoa, girl! Just relax and get to the starting line. And when I say 'go,' then you run as fast as you can!"
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I can almost see the starting line for my big race! All these years and months and days of training, and I'm nearly ready!
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Lord, let me let YOU be in control of me, just as the jockey is in control of the horse he is riding. Although I want to dash to that starting line and break into the fastest and greatest run of my life, I need to be patient yet a bit longer...until you finally tell me, "Ready, set, go!"
1 Corinthians 9:24-25:
"In a race, all runners take part in it...but only one runner wins the prize. Run, then, in such a way as to win the prize. Every athlete in training submits to strict discipline. He does so in order to be crowned with a wreath that will not last...but we do it for a wreath that will last forever."
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