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It’s your race.

I know that we live with people.  I also know that we can’t run our races on our own.  I get that life takes a village.  I totally agree that friends are often the wind beneath our wings.

But at the end of the day, it’s your race.

I am not going to run your race, you have to be the one doing that.  And please, don’t run mine.  It is my joy and responsibility, my calling in life, my great commission.

And when all is said and done, at the end of your days, you will have to give account for your race.  Not mine; just yours.

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