2007 Tulsa Route 66 Marathon

“Did you win? . . . Oh . . . How did you place? . . . Ummm . . . Did that put you in last place?”  That’s the typical post-marathon questioning I get from my kids, and they’re unimpressed with my answers.  Sharing my highlights of sticking to my pace plan and qualifying for Boston doesn’t improve their assessment of my performance.  They’re kind and patient listeners, but their eyes begin to glaze over and I know they’re wondering when the “welcome home” will conclude.  I’d like to hear, “Wow – you always go out too fast – way to stick to the pace plan!  How was your flight?  Have a seat and let us do everything for you!”  When I finally get over myself and reflect on the scene, I’m mortified to realize I’m looking for praise.  What’s even more shameful is I’m fishing for accolades from a crowd ranging in age from 12 to almost 3.  Could someone please bring me a slice of humble pie?  Actually, save some trips and just bring the whole pie – it’s time to reflect on some ugly bigheadedness.

. . . therefore, as it is written, “Let him who boasts, boast of the Lord.”  1 Corinthians 1:31

Pumping fists, arms in the air, grinning ear to ear with delight … I’ve done them all at the finish line in celebration of myself.  I once read an inspiring article reminding me to thank God for the ability to line up at the start.  It’s stuck with me, and I’m much better at giving God the credit and thanks at the start than at the finish.  My weak excuse for my self-absorption is exhaustion after I cross the finish line, but the truth is my big, fat pride gets in the way and I forget who deserves all the thanks and praise.  All I do is get myself to the start and put one foot in front of the other like I trained, and I couldn’t even do those things without God.  He’s blessed me with resources to purchase running necessities, capable legs, time to train, and the desire to show up at the start.  God enables everything I do, and all glory to Him for the many finish lines He’s pulled me across.  He continues to give me humbling moments because I desperately need them to turn my focus back to Him.  Bring on the whipped cream – I have a lot of pie coming my way, and in all honesty, one of the reasons I run is so I can eat more pie.

Dear God, please give me a humble heart that gives You glory in every accomplishment.

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