In the race of life, there are moments when we forget why we are running. We focus on how to be better, faster, and stronger. We waste fruitless hours bemoaning the uneven ground, the unexpected rocks, the sand in our shoes, and more. We see something lovely, our breath momentarily suspended, only to trip over our own feet and hit the ground.
It’s a long, hard race.
(Can I get an amen?)
In this race, every person, at some moment in time asks the question, ‘Why am I here?’ or ‘Why am I doing this?’.
Indeed, why are you here?
Why do you do what you do?
What do you want to be remembered for when you cross the finish line?
For myself, the past seven years have been like a never-ending obstacle course. I’ve bounded over hurdles, climbed ropes (and mountains), dodged flying objects—all in the effort to keep…
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