About a year ago I was plotting with my best friend. We wanted to apply as a team to the TV show, The Amazing Race. Mother of four, husband of one, she didn't think she'd be able to pull it off.
We thought we had a great twist. No other best friends/sister-in-laws had ever been contestants before.
Of course, I told her, you'll have to do all the heights stunts (I am more than a little acrophobic). She agreed. We'd split all the other stuff. I can eat gross foods with the best of them, and being "game" wasn't a problem for either of us. Dare either of us to ride an elephant, herd llamas, drive racecars, eat chicken heads. We'd do it.
She wasn't sure how she'd get my brother to agree to her being gone for that long. I told her we might not be gone all that long, as we might be eliminated early. "Of course we'll be gone the longest time" was her mindset. In her mind we were already splitting the million.
A year ago it would have been a feat to get my brother to agree to the proposal.
Today he'd probably agree to it in a heartbeat.
Anything to have her back.
I love the show. But every time I watch it, it makes me miss her. Which means I missed her again tonight.
But she ran the amazing race and won already.
Therefore let us also, seeing we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, lay aside every weight and the sin which so easily entangles us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us, Looking to Jesus, the author and perfecter of faith, who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising its shame, and has sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. For consider him who has endured such contradiction of sinners against himself, that you don't grow weary, fainting in your souls.