Yesterday afternoon, I drove up to the mailbox and found a letter with my name printed on the front. I tore open the envelope to find a medal and a long letter that quickly brought tears to my eyes.
As you know, last weekend was Race for the Cure in my city. The medal was from the race. The letter was from a man, a man who represented Jesus to me.
He carefully explained that each time he trains for and runs a race, he chooses a person for whose honor to run. He picked me for this race.
He went on to say that he felt the Lord had placed me on his heart to pray for through his training. He had been uplifting me in prayer and asking that the Lord would help him to win a medal in my honor to symbolize the race that I am running.
He said that he trained hard, ate well, and did all that he could do to prepare. On race day, around mile 2 he was feeling a little defeated, when he began to ask God to sustain him and strengthen him.
The Lord did just that, and he placed 2nd in his class. Incredible.
Ya'll, this gift touched my very heart in a significant way. What a symbol of God's power and might and victory over my race!
I am so humbled to have such enduring support. Truly honored.