The Run

Every day they beg me to lace them up and run.

I stick my head under my covers

and I say, "No way. My Mom is gone. I

want to sleep. I REALLY don't want

to run."

Today, when they begged, I put them on.

I ran. I ran. I ran.

I felt so much better, as

my head cleared, my body strained.

I out ran cancer and death.

I thought of the verse,

"Run without ceasing the race set before us."

Today, I started the race that the Lord

has put before me.