here is one from more recently... last night...
running is hard. and she came by that pained look on her race face very naturally, she got it from her mama.
i make that face whenever i have to run the race of life (which is pretty much daily.) i grimace. i sweat. i cry. my stomach hurts. i feel like i might throw up. or give up. or hit someone up for an easier ride...
but thankfully rosie was making that face seconds from the finish line. she hates to run. but she loves to finish. she got that from her mama too.
2 Timothy 4:7 I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.
Hebrews 12:1 Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us,
at least God doesn't tell us that we have to run the race with any other emotion other than perseverance. whew. though He could have said "walk the race." or "have someone carry you through the race." or "the race has been cancelled and there are doughnuts instead." but even the message version still uses the word RACE. and RUN. darn you message version. where are the doughnuts?
2 Timothy 4:6-8 (the message) This is the only race worth running. I’ve run hard right to the finish, believed all the way. All that’s left now is the shouting—God’s applause!
maybe in the "leamarshall get the message" version it reads... all that's left now is the shouting and the doughnuts- God's applause.