Running the Race
I had never felt like a star athlete until the spring of my sophomore year in high school. It took me a while to find where I fit in, where I had talent, and where I could succeed. I played elementary basketball for several years, but I couldn't even get the ball up to the rim until I was in fifth or sixth grade. I also swam on a neighborhood swim team when I was young, but that never amounted to much either. When highschool rolled around, all the girls were trying out for volleyball, soccer, and softball while I concluded that I had no athletic ability whatsoever. But one day, we timed a mile in my P.E. class and I remember my teacher telling me that I should go out for track. Reluctantly, I decided to give myself one more shot at athleticism, and this time it worked. So the spring of my sophomore year became my fifteen minutes of fame. I ran hard, ran long, ran well, and ran successfully. And I loved it! I felt like God had given me a unique gift that I could use for Him in some ...