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Sometimes my eyes are so fixed on the person in front of me or the person next to me or even the person behind me, that I forget where I’m going and who I am.

Life can feel like a race that everyone else is winning if we’re not careful. There will always be someone ahead of us, someone better than us, someone creeping up from behind. It’s one of the few guarantees in life…you can’t always be the best… can’t always win.

But our culture kind of wants us to believe that the hustle is good. If you’re hustling, you must be winning right? Something in my heart says that can’t be entirely true, because the hustle doesn’t feel fruitful to me.

So I’m taking myself out of the race. Drop the mic. I’m done with that. I’m not trying to be the best leader or the prettiest wife or have the cutest dressed kids or the cleanest house or the best homemade snacks. I’m taking myself out of the race….out of every single race.

I only have myself to blame. Somehow I found myself in those races, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t keep my eyes on the finish line because I kept getting distracted by everyone else running around me. They’re always faster or stronger or have better hair, and I kept wondering why I wasn’t up there with them.

No matter how many times I thought I was getting ahead, I would round a corner and there would be someone else, beating me by just a little bit. Time to kick it into gear and try to catch up.

At least that’s what I thought. Being successful means winning right? Beating out everyone else; getting there first; doing it better.

Maybe winning isn’t what we think it is. Maybe winning isn’t crossing the line first. Maybe it’s as simple as staying in our lane with our eyes on Christ.

If I am constantly looking at the woman next to me or the one ahead of me, I can’t possibly know where my lane is. I can’t  focus on who God calls me to be, if I’m too worried with who God calls her to be.

When I take myself out of the race that is this crazy life, I get to run towards Christ. He already did the work. He already finished it for me. I don’t have to strive. I don’t have to hustle. He says that I am enough just as I am.

I’m not saying we shouldn’t do good work or strive for excellence. We should do that. I’m just saying that maybe we should stop turning our heads and comparing ourselves to everyone around us. Christ sees us. And he calls us His.

The Bible says I am called

  • a child of God {John 1:12}
  • no longer a slave {John 15:15}
  • a friend of Jesus {John 15:15}
  • chosen, holy, and blameless {Ephesians 1:4}
  • God’s workmanship, created to produce good works {Ephesians 2:10}

Because I know this is true, I can get out of the race. I can walk with confidence in my lane solely focused on who Christ calls me to be. When my eyes are on Him and Him alone, the path is clear and quiet and good. When I forget whose I am, the path becomes messy and loud and uncertain.

So today, I’ve decided that I’m out of the race. I’m not striving to be anything or anyone because I am called a child of God, and when my eyes are on Him, the race ins’t a race; it’s a stroll through the autumn leaves with the one who saved me from myself.


Maybe it’s time to take yourself out too. No more trying to be the prettiest or the best dressed or the fastest or the best. It’s time to put our eyes back on Christ and remember that we are enough right where we are. And we are our absolute best when we are each in our own lane.

I can’t even begin to take credit for this idea. It was not my idea, but it has changed everything for me. All thanks to Jess Connolly for sharing this life shaking idea on Jamie Ivey’s podcast a while back. I have no idea what else you gals talked about. I just remember you said you were out of the race. I’m out too. I think we should start a club.