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photo by Timothy Lunsford

 

Anyone who’s done a lot of long drives will tell you there’s that point where you’re so far out that you don’t know how you’ll get to your destination, but you’re too close to stop for the night.

I had just this experience recently when I was driving through Texas. I had misjudged the reality of the distance between where I was and where I was going. After way too much driving through two time zones, I realized I was too close to my destination to stop, but so far away I didn’t think I could make it.

To get where I needed to go, I started counting down the time in increments. First in 60-minute allotments, then as I drove and drove on the straight Interstate that was only broken up by the undulating hills and occasional curves, I lowered the increments to 30-minutes, then 15-minutes, and finally as I came closer to my destination I was counting them down in 10-minute increments, until finally I arrived.

I was numb when I finally got to my destination, but was never so happy to pull into a driveway in my life. Even I, who thinks nothing of driving 10 to 12 hour days, had gone way past what I thought I could do. And honestly, I went way past what I could comfortably do, but when you’re in that in between spot, too far away for comfort but too close to stop, what else can you do but keep going?

As I moved to put my truck, otherwise known as the blue beast, into park and set the brake, I realized that my hands were sore and stiff from gripping the steering wheel for so long. I had noticed as I was driving that I was holding the steering wheel more and more tightly as I drove, but I didn’t realize that I was actually clinging to it to the point that my hands were affected until I uncurled them from the wheel.

As I flexed them trying to get the blood flow back into the very tips of my fingers, I couldn’t help but think of the Apostle Paul and what he said so many times in his letters about finishing the race set before us as believers.

Whenever we set out to do anything, typically it’s not the very beginning of a thing that is so gut wrenchingly difficult for us. Fearful? Maybe. Challenging? Maybe. When we’re in the throes of starting something new, the definition of difficult usually means challenging to get off the ground, but we are so committed to it that there’s an excitement in working that hard to pull it off.

It’s when we are near the end of that thing that we have the hardest time pulling it together because by that time we’re physically and emotionally, not only exhausted, but spent. We have nothing left to give or put into it, but we still haven’t reached the end, and we know that we cannot quit, because if we do, everything has been for nothing. We’re at that point when we’ve gone so far we feel like we can’t make it, but we’re too close to stop.

There are many times in our lives as believers that we get to that point where we realize we can’t do it anymore but we still have to get to our destination. At that point we really only have two choices, either bail out and lose everything, or cling to God in a way we have never gripped onto Him before.

The funny thing is that it’s only in those white knuckled moments that seem to stretch on forever that we really comprehend, physically, emotionally and spiritually, that He’s the only One who can get us to the finish line. He’s the only one who can get us safely home.

“But you are to cling to the LORD your God, as you have done to this day.”

Joshua 23:8

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