I thought that by comming home and homeschooling, that I would be leaving the rat race behind me....but what I have quickly learned is that the race isn't of the world, it is of the heart, the soul, the mind.

God is showing me how running the race set before me doesn't mean being a busy working mom, it means doing his will whatever it may be. 

So, what I thought would be a easier lifestyle has turned out to be the marathon of my life!

How will I endure?  How will I keep pace? I don't even own a pair of track shoes!

Oh, and I absolutely hate Gatorade! 

Many times I can see a hurdle comming in advance and prepare my exhausted body to leap over it with all my might....but sometimes the hurdles sneek up on me,catching me by surprise and causing me to stumble. Then I have to struggle to get back up again.  You know, illness, heartbreak, deceit, job loss, another bill, car repairs, defiant children, another stain on the new carpet, more marker on the wall, growing pains and wet beds.  Ughh!

I have never claimed to be an athlete, not even close to being physically fit, but what I lack in raw strength, is balanced by stamina.  With out faith, just lacing my shoes would be a trial!  Yes, every runner has to have faith... faith that their shoes will not fall apart, faith that their knees will not buckle underneath them, faith that the finish line is just around the bend, faith that the prize will be worth it all.  Faith that the runner behind them, always on their heels, just waiting for the hint of defeat, will not overcome them.

Faith wins the marathon!

Keep running moms...your prize will be worth it all!

Many Blessings and Tons of Encouragment,

Karla