His Sacrifice Shall Be More Sacred Unto Me Than His Increase
This year my 12-year-old joined the cross country team. He’d never really run before, so I was curious how it’d go! Well, it was hard. He was tired! Sore! And missing out on hours of play time! But I watched him commit. I watched him get stronger. I watched him build endurance. I watched his time improve again & again, a few seconds at a time. I watched him finish 9 races. Some with blazing temps. Some with small streams to run through. Big hills to climb. Ditches to hop over! I watched my non-runner son become a runner. Every finish made me wanna cry! (ok I did) I was so proud of him. Not because he was the fastest. Not because he smashed any records. Not because running was easy for him. No. Because of his efforts! He fought for every finish. And he knew it. I’d hug that sweaty, red-faced boy & he would just beam! He knew he’d done what he could. When Oliver Granger had fallen short of a task, the Lord said of him, “When he falls he shall rise again, for his ...