The Winner’s Circle

Head tilted, arms at the ready, sneakers firmly in the blocks. The gunshot decimates the silence. Your torso, encasing your lion’s heart, explodes forward. Run, run, run. Jump. Breathe…. Jump. Stay in your lane. Jump. I’m well trained. Jump. More than a conqueror. Jump. To the finish. Jump. Breathe. Jump. Steady. Jump…

The table is festive and fun. Showered, groomed, glowing. Family and friends recount the competition. A myriad of voices comment.

“I watched you. I might steal your technique.”

“Great.”

“You did well. So proud of you.”

“Thanks.”

“Will you help me train?’

“Sure.”

“I noticed when you needed to push through. You almost stumbled.”

“Yeah.”

“How did you do so well?’

“Focus.”

Earnestly, there was nothing spectacular from the judges’ point of view. No winning, nor placing. The crowd may have forgotten you ran. In the middle of the pack. Quite ordinary and nondescript.

The race is complete. The day is done. As you lay your head softly against the welcoming pillow, deep in your spirit a connection with the gentlest of whispers. “Well done, Beloved.” You smile in satisfaction.

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    1. Thank you, Connie, for so much encouragement through twists and turns and river bends. Your faithfulness and prayers are transforming nations and generations.

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  1. Deborah, your writings and stories literally BLOW ME AWAY! What an amazing spirit you have, all glory to God…but wow, you are ONE EXTRAORDINARY LADY!! Of love, and courage. I am so honored to have met you, even if only on Facebook.

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