For the joy set before . . . Run the race . . . I've been told I run like a girl; Duh, I am a girl. Yet when it comes to the joy set before me I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength, even run. But there are times I become weary; especially if I'm running with out joyful endurance. Then I need to walk and not faint. If I don't take the time to walk I'll end up crawling to the finish line, if I'm lucky. But I don't want to depend upon luck; I want sufficient grace to help me with what I can't do for myself; put my eyes back on the prize of joy unspeakable and full of glory. Marvelous, intangible glory which strengthens my soul. Not pride or reward but shekinah glory; the evidence of God's enveloping presence that manifests itself as a cloud by day and fire by night. They reveal the prepared way and then I can finish the course.