It has been gruelling, you didn’t even think you could make it this far, if someone told you, you could endure so much, you will not believe. You didn’t even think you belong in the race, yet you are in it. You did not think finishing was for you, yet you’ve just got one more mile to go. You work out in your head how much is one mile in kilometre but you don’t know, but you know it’s just one and you proceeded, tired but you kept going, one slow heavy foot in front of the other, drawing on every ounce of strength you can find from wherever to complete the race and complete you will. You have come further than you ever thought you would. Just one more mile left.
Life has taken chunks after chunks from you and you stand all perforated with huge holes, feeling like a skeleton and wondering how you will ever make it, how you will fill up again and what will fill you up, yet you kept moving because all you have left is just one mile and you will be home safe. You can then minister to yourself, nurture and nourish, put some flesh back on that bone, put life back, put the smile back in that face, put the glitter back in that face, the stride back in that movement, the joy back in that heart, all that the canker worm and locust have stolen to be restored, just one more mile.
You can do it, please don’t give up, hold my hands and together we will hobble to the finish line.
Beautiful Ivory 