But none of these things move me; nor do I count my life dear to myself, so that I may finish my race with joy, and the ministry which I received from the Lord Jesus, to testify to the gospel of the grace of God. Acts 20:24 (NKJV)
This one is for you, the lady in whose heart God has put a dream…
On September 9, 2018, with God’s gracious help, I completed half of a goal I’ve had since I was 18 years old, to run a marathon. Over the summer, I signed up, trained, and ran the Bozeman Half Marathon in Bozeman, Montana. I couldn’t have done it without the help of Jesus, my family cheering, and friends praying. It was a long road!
When I was 18, it was no trouble for me to go out for a training run of 12 miles. Our college cross country coach often gave us workouts that included a long run on Sunday afternoons. And that was the easy day! My friend Laura wanted me to run a marathon with her, but I hesitated because I was training for 10Ks. But my 10K training came to a screeching halt in the fall of my sophomore year when my coaches and teammates died in a plane crash while traveling home from a victorious national meet.
I could barely run three miles after that disaster. The grief made my heart and legs so heavy. Slowly I started running again, but I also developed an eating disorder until Jesus saved me, so I was never in the such good shape again. Then came the blessing of marriage and children, and praying for more children, and not running so I could get pregnant, and before I knew it I was 52 and still hadn’t run that marathon I’d always wanted to do. So, this year, with God’s help, I set out to accomplish half the task, hoping to do the full marathon next year. I looked up a free workout at coolrunning.com.
Each training morning, I’d get up super early to have my quiet time with Jesus before heading out on a run. Then I’d take Jesus with me as I kept praying and singing songs in my head to Him. When I had tight muscles in July I told friends at church and they must have prayed, because I got better and kept running. When smoke filled the August skies, I kept running, even though it was probably bad for my health. I’m so thankful that I can still run in my second half-century of life! As the day of the race drew nearer my stomach started acting up. I tried to be careful about what I was eating, but it was still a mess the day before the race.
But when the day of the race came, my muscles didn’t hurt and my tummy behaved itself and God gave me the strength to run it! I planned it so that each mile I sang a different song or Bible verse in my head that followed My TEA CUPP Prayers. I’ve also done this as I’ve driven to doctor appointments and other events. It helps the miles go by and encourages me as I run. Here are the songs I “played” in my head:
Mile 1: T – Psalm 100:4 I will enter His gates with thanksgiving in my heart
Mile 2: T – Give thanks with a grateful heart
Mile 3: E – Revelation 4:11 Thou art worthy, O Lord
Mile 4: E – Psalm 63:3 Thy lovingkindness is better than life
Mile 5: A – Psalm 51:10 Create in me a clean heart, O God
Mile 6: A – I’m forgiven, because You were forsaken
Mile 7: C – Psalm 107:2 Let the redeemed of the Lord say so
Mile 8: C – Proverbs 3:5-6 Trust in the Lord with all your heart
Mile 9: U – Hebrews 12:1-2 If then we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses..
Mile 10: U – Amazing Grace, my chains are gone
Mile 11: P – I’m no longer a slave to fear, I am a child of God
Mile 12: P – I believe in God the Father, I believe in Jesus Christ
Mile 13: Pet – The Lord’s Prayer and The Joy of the Lord is my strength
The day of the race came. I didn’t sleep very well the night before. I got up at 4 a.m. and had a banana and peanut butter and Gatorade for my quiet time with Jesus. Then I stretched and packed up to leave home at 5:45 a.m., taking another banana and Gatorade for the road. My husband and our three sons came to cheer me on. We arrived in Bozeman at 6:45 a.m. and found a parking spot near Main Street. We walked to the designated shuttle area and found several school buses already full of runners. I was hoping for a restroom, but there were none in sight. I hugged my family good-bye and hopped on a bus, sitting in the front seat next to a lady in purple, my favorite color.
It turned out the lady was from North Carolina, 65 years old, and had just run a half marathon the week before in Jackson, Wyoming. God bless sweet Sarah Anne from North Carolina! When we arrived at the starting-line, there were two dozen porta-potties awaiting us. Whew, that was a blessing! There I met other runners older than me who were running a half marathon in every state. They call themselves 50-staters. And I just wanted to finish one race! Woah, talk about keeping me humble!
News came that the full marathon that was to begin at 7 a.m. had been delayed 10 minutes, so they were delaying our 8 a.m. start as well. The runners tried to calm their jitters by stretching and chatting in the starting-line crowd. Finally, the gun went off and people began running. I took off, too, joining the throng.
For some mysterious reason, in all my planning and packing, I had forgotten my wrist watch to time myself. My goal was to run 10-minute miles. But now I had no watch to keep track of my pace. So I just ran. Occasionally, God would tell me to pass some runners. In the past, I’ve always let the runners ahead of me stay ahead of me. But this race I had dedicated to The Morning Center, a ministry that helps women and babies in Memphis, Tennessee and Atlanta, Georgia. Very dear friends had sponsored me by the mile in support of The Morning Center. On the back of my t-shirt I had written, “Running for Moms and Babies and JESUS.” I thought perhaps God wanted others to read my shirt. He gave me the strength to pass them, so I did. At one point, a gal in light pink passed me and thanked me for my shirt. That was pretty cool.
The course was so fantastic, that I don’t think I ever want to run anywhere else. The 13.1 mile route began in the foothills south of Bozeman, passing ranches and beautiful neighborhoods, until we reached Willson Ave. and then Main Street. Though there were some uphill climbs, it was mostly downhill in elevation, making for a delightful run. When I grew weary, I remembered what my friend Beth said about God pushing me and I asked Him to keep pushing. When we turned onto the final few blocks on Main Street, my legs were so heavy, but I pressed on. When I saw my time as I crossed the finish line, I couldn’t believe my eyes. For I ran it in under two hours, 1 hour and 57 minutes, faster than I ever dreamed, because I didn’t have my watch and I listened when the Lord told me to pass people. Tears filled my eyes as I thanked Jesus and hugged my family. 34 years after God first put the dream in my heart, I finished half a marathon. I’m still thanking and praising Jesus for helping me run!
Stay tuned until next year to see if I can do the full marathon!
Today’s TEA CUPP: Did God put a dream in your heart years ago that you would still like to see completed? My friend, it is never too late. Pray to Jesus and ask for His help. Take the first step. Then the second step. And before you know it, you will have run a marathon!
Therefore we also, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which so easily ensnares us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith, who for the joy that was set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame, and has sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. Hebrews 12:1-2
I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. Philippians 4:13 (NKJV)
Scripture from the New King James Version®. Copyright © 1982 by Thomas Nelson