My Motherhood Marathon
I actually remember my first race as a kid. I picked the shortest racethe 100 yard dash. Even though I ran as fast as my little legs could carry meI came in dead last. But I didnt give up. Every time track season came around, I would sign up again for the 100-yard dash, but even after considerable training, I lost every race. I dont remember when it happened, but somewhere along the way, my track coach encouraged me to sign up to run the mileand I did. And much to my surprise, I discovered that I had the natural stamina for long distance runningand I actually started winning some races. I still yearned to be a sprinter, but I eventually began to take pleasure in long distance running. In fact, I liked it so much that I kept running all the way through high school.
Before I knew, it was time to sign up for the next big event in my lifethe race to motherhoodand just like when I was a kid, I wanted to get to the finish line as quickly as possible. But no matter how hard I tried or what I didmy closest friends and even my younger sister were all able to crossover the finish line of motherhood far ahead of me. Little did I know that my Heavenly Coach was training me for the motherhood marathon.
Hot, sweaty and panting, I would cry out to my Coach, Why is everyone elses race so short? Why do I have to run a marathon? All I want is to see the finish line and cross it. I am so tired and weary. My Coach would listen to my constant complaining and then encourage me with all the things His Father said like:
Do you not know?
Have you not heard?
The Lord is the everlasting God,
the Creator of the ends of the earth.
He will not grow tired or weary,
and his understanding no one can fathom.
29 He gives strength to the weary
and increases the power of the weak.
30 Even youths grow tired and weary,
and young men stumble and fall;
31 but those who hope in the Lord
will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint. (Isaiah 41:28-31)
For years, in agony and tears, I continued to train for my marathonand my faithful Coach was always there. He would even return after days when I would run away from Him and ignore His words of wisdom. I dont remember the exact day when it happened, but one day, instead of ignoring the words of my Coach, I started to listen to Him. Before I knew it, my toilsome training regimen started to become more tolerable. In fact, one day I even asked my Coach to run with meHe always offered to run with me, but I repeatedly told Him that I would prefer to do it alone. On the days that He ran with me, I realized that I would run and not grow weary. And somehow all those wise words that He had spoken to me all these years started to make more sense.
My Coach and I started to run together every morning. He took me on courses that I had not run beforeand together we went up steep mountain-sides that I would have never attempted on my own. As we ran, we sometimes talked non-stop and sometimes we just ran side-by-side in silence as I tried to apply some of the training techniques He had taught me. Soon, I was waking up earlier and I was running longer than I had ever run in my entire life. Every day I was learning more and more from my Coach about the purpose of my seemingly endless training for my marathon.
One day my Coach took me on a new trail. It was a crisp fall morning and the leaves were turning colors. We saw so many miraculous sights along the wayand then I saw a something that I had been longing to see for years. Just as the morning sun was beginning to riseI saw the finish line. I took my Coachs handand in that instant, I had the ability to run faster than I have ever run before. I was sprinting. It was an amazing feelingI was soaring on eagles wings. And in that moment, I remembered an important life lesson that my Coach had taught me, I can do all things through Him who gives me strength (Philippians 4:13).
I will never forget the glorious moment when I crossed over the finish lineand I was bestowed with the gold medal of motherhood. It was surreal. I rejoiced in this beautiful victory and at the same time I felt completely unworthy to receive this honor. I gazed at my Coachs face with tears of joy in my eyes and the deepest gratitude in my heartand all I could whisper was something He had once told me, I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith (2 Timothy 4:7).
I am still running with my Coach. And no matter where you are in your own raceI hope you will never forget these words from our loving and faithful Heavenly Coach from Hebrews 12:1-3, which says:
Let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us. 2 Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. 3 Consider him who endured such opposition from sinful men, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart.
--By Christy Nueman