Starting strong is easy. Finishing the same, totally different story.
As much as I love fall and all the changing leaves and seasons, it’s also the time of year when, for our family, finishing strong is an act of pure determination and pressing forward with grit determination is a daily choice.
We are at the end of a pool season
The end of a soccer season
The end of the warm, long, sunny days by the pool season
And the end of this so fabulous, so challenging #write31days season.
Realizing the distance between starting strong and finishing strong is the the thing that keeps you going. What is it? What isn’t it? The things we press forward in, through the dust, the struggles, the insecurities, are the things that ignite our souls. All the other stuff seems to eventually fall away, become not worth the battle, the time, the stress and striving it takes to finish, much less finish well.
And it’s the thing we’re focused on when the last few miles are ahead of us that makes the fight to finish worth it. What’s drawing us, calling us, pulling us forward…it’s that desire of the heart that keeps us beating, day after day, through uncertainties and doubts. As if standing still or stopping would be more painful, more unbearable than running towards whatever it is that keeps our spirits burning, blazing forward.
I’d like to think that faith is what keeps me going. But sometimes it’s really just my own stubborn pride. Inevitably after season or two of fighting to finish strong, the waves eventually are too big and I go under. Surrender to the fight because it wasn’t really what was igniting my soul, but rather stroking my ego. And my ego can only carry me so long until I burn.
So here’s to the season of finishing strong. Finishing well. Being honest about the things that fall away and aren’t finished, so as to leave space to finish strong, finish well, the things that ignite our souls as we draw near to that which is calling us.