Eyes on the sole prize

Communal escapades incorporate excessive portions of palatable tasties around here,there,and everywhere,so much so that they've turned my noggin (and innards) tenaciously topsy turvy.So strap on our vagabonding shoes we did one mid-night
for an impromptu yet relentless mission to briskly traverse through, and thereby vanquish a 6 mile round trip to and from SaMo's mist-shrouded shoreline.As we stood triumphantly in the wake of 1:00am's chill stillness, my mind veered off course to analogize our goal-driven expedition to my run of endurance towards Christ the worthy goal. Yessirs and madams, there were, at times, unknowns along the uncharted territorial path that frazzled me (Attempt ambling through potholed pitch blackness without pepper spray on your person whilst fending off visions of zombie lurkers and creeper creatures, and you'll get my drift). And sometimes it felt like we might not reach our target destination.But at the end, we did, and 'twas way worth it. Just as this lovely life of faith in the Lord shall be, and so much more than I'm able to envision, and in that promise I rejoice and am ever thankful. 'Cause the gift of the gospel was the admission ticket, and now, despite and through the exhilirating blessings, the heart-testing trials, and the anxiety-tempting indiscernables that matter minutely in the grand scope of His perfect plans, I'm able to run with endurance towards Christ the worthy goal, casting aside, by His grace, distractions and sin that cling so closely, and resting in the promise that all things work together for good. After all, as a friendly fellow says, everything happens for His reason.

Oh, and fear not. I don't really believe in zombies.