Running the heavenly race

The heavenly “race” is not a “walk” in the park, we take every pace with certainty, every stride with conviction that He has said that we will not be removed and so I approach the track with expectations, expectations of war, expectations of battle, a vivid picture of my two feet planted deeply in God’s word by reason of the undeniable trust I have in Him, my eyes fixed on the enemy’s plot and my hands beating my chest as if to say “Bring it on, for because He is in me I cannot be removed.”