
D.O.B. Date of birth. We all know it well. It goes on nearly every form you fill out, whether buying a home, applying for insurance, visiting the doctor, or paying your taxes. Everyone wants to know what is your date of birth. Contrast that with your date of death. Nobody knows. It could be today or it could be 50 years from now. It may come slowly from debilitating disease or it could hit you like a ton of bricks falling from the sky, literally or figuratively. Regardless of how it comes, none of us knows the moment we will breath our last on this earth. For some, that thought may instill fear in your soul, dread of leaving our loved ones behind, or uncertainty of what lies ahead. It’s a rational fear and makes sense, but I wonder if perhaps there’s another way to look at this.
I have run a few long distance races. Nothing too crazy, just small local runs all less than 10 miles. For me, 10 miles is still pretty far. As a kid I was a sprinter. I loved the 100 meter and 200 meter. Anything farther than that was considered long-distance in my book. Now that I’ve attempted some longer runs, my goal from the starting line is always the same; I just want to finish. I have to pace myself, breath in and out, relax. I can’t try to keep up with everyone else or I’ll tire myself out too quickly. Even staying focused on the finish line is a poor strategy because it distracts from the moment and causes more anxiety. It’s like thinking about food when you’re starving. It doesn’t help and often just makes it worse. For me, the best way to finish a race is one step at a time, and I think there’s something to learn about life in that. The way I finish a race is a direct result of what happens in between the starting line and the finish line. My pace, breathing, and mental state will not only determine when I finish, but how I finish. It’s the in-betweens of life that will determine how you and I finish as well. What do we do with the time we are given between our DOB and our RIP? If we are constantly stressed about trying to get ahead and anxious about our position, we will certainly feel like hell when we cross that final line. We all know the finish is going to come someday, so maybe we should slow down our pace a bit, breath in, trust God, breath out, love our neighbor. Show kindness to those running alongside us, and enjoy each step we’re allowed to take along the way. How you live the in-between of your life will bring peace to your soul, knowing that when God brings you to the end there is rest after a long, hard race.

