I am disappointed in how I handled the weekend. (Another birthday party!)

One of the messages last night, given by one of our young people, was "Running the Race." It was, of course, talking about enslaving the flesh and keeping our eye on the mark. The athletes (back in Paul's day) trained for ten months, giving their bodies only what would help them win the race. It really spoke to me (showing me how undisciplined I am). My flesh is far from being enslaved!

I hope I take what God gave me yesterday and run the race (He has given me) to His glory.