I see others sprint by with ease, and I wonder why it's so easy for them and so hard for me? I continue on, but my heart begins sinking.
It's too hard.
I'll never make it.
Why even try?
Sometimes there's days when my life feels the same, days where I struggle to make it. I get distracted when I should focus. I make mistakes I wish I could undo. I get overwhelmed by the obstacles life throws me.
Tears flow easily as I notice my failures growing while others glide by.
Life isn't turning out as I'd hoped.
Then something wonderful happens. Someone falls in step alongside and passes their baton of hope. Their words of encouragement and advice lift my spirits, as well as my determination. I match their stride, step by step, courage slowly building. It feels good to be running together.
Tears flow once more as I realize the value of their gift:
If they can overcome their obstacles, so can I.
I keep running, pushing through the hard parts; and as I do, it begins getting easier. I smile as I hear the footsteps next to mine. It feels secure having someone run alongside, and their words of hope and strength encourage me.
Oh, how important it is to help each other.
I think about others who may be struggling, and I begin looking.
Is there someone out there who needs my baton?