Yesterday, I went to this marathon event with my family and my mom's friends, which was meant to raise money to feed the elderly. We had the option to run and compete for a cash prize or enjoy the walk. We chose to walk since we hadn't exercised in a while, but after some time, I was already getting tired, and at a certain point, I was about to pass out. Although many different thoughts ran wild in my mind, I prayed to God, asking for the strength and endurance to finish this race. I think I even mouthed or thought the words "Lord, help me". My mom and her friends helped me recover, comforted and encouraged me to continue throughout the marathon. Eventually, after falling behind a lot, we made it to the finish line. I remember feeling relieved and fulfilled because "I had fought the good fight, I have finished the race, and I have remained faithful," as Paul said in 2 Timothy 4:7 (even though I regretfully cheated by taking a shortcut with my mom & her friends before nearly fainting). God reminded me of that verse after we crossed the finish line and healed me of the exhaustion and pain in my legs. It's still a little sore, but it's much better than when walking, and I'm not as bad as my family is right now (please pray for them). And God used that experience to teach me something: "Life is a race". We may stumble, fall, walk away from God for some time, or lose the strength to continue. But what matters is to keep going and finish the race no matter what, repenting and going back to God, keeping your eyes on Him and not on the storm around you, and relying on His strength that works best in weaknesses, that makes us strong when we are weak (2 Cor. 12:9-10). Although how you make it to the finish line may not look pretty, as long as you make it to the end, the prize will be so worth it and better than you can ever imagine.