
Running Toward What We Were Made For
On my morning walk the other day, I heard a big commotion coming from the front door of a house I was just about to pass. Curious, I looked up—and that’s when I saw her.
A very rambunctious three- or four-year-old girl was determined to get ahead of her dad and older sister. With all the speed her little legs could muster and shouting at the top of her lungs, she declared, “I’m going to win!”
And of course… she did.
She reached the car long before her family, who could have easily beaten her if they wanted to. In fact, they were telling her to slow down. But that didn’t dampen her spirits one bit. She jumped up and down in pure delight, celebrating what she already knew before she ever arrived—she had won.
Watching her made me stop and think.
How many of us still have that kind of childlike excitement? That bold ownership of good things to come. That deep-down knowing that we can do whatever we put our minds—and hearts—to.
That little girl didn’t focus on the obvious facts. She didn’t consider that her dad or sister could outrun her with very little effort. Instead, she surged forward with confidence, fully convinced of the outcome before it even happened.
Somewhere along the way, many of us lose that.
Instead of running toward possibility, we look at overwhelming odds and assume defeat. We weigh risks more heavily than hope. We quiet our voices instead of shouting, “I’m going to win!”
Maybe that’s something that happens as we age. Life has a way of wearing us down. The monotony, disappointments, and detours can leave us jaded—careful instead of courageous.
But what if we didn’t let go of that inner child completely?
What if we took our life experience, our lessons learned, and kept that childlike excitement alive? What if wisdom and wonder walked hand in hand?
There would be no stopping us.
I don’t believe you are ever too old to dream. If you have a pulse and breath still moving in and out of your lungs, why not? Why not believe again? Why not go for it?
As I was reflecting on this, I was reminded of the parable of the talents that Jesus shared in Matthew 25.
In the story, a master entrusts his servants with different amounts—each according to their ability. Two of the servants invest what they’re given and see it multiply. The third, overwhelmed by fear, hides his talent in the ground. When the master returns, the first two are praised for their faithfulness. The third is reprimanded—not for failing, but for doing nothing.
At first glance, Jesus’ response to the third servant can feel harsh. Casting him into “outer darkness” sounds extreme. But isn’t that often what happens when we leave our gifts unused?
When we bury what God has placed inside of us, we don’t just lose opportunity—we drift into despair. We begin to feel less than. Depression and hopelessness can quietly take root. To me, that is utter darkness.
I believe the One who created us knows we are meant for great things. And when we settle for less than what we were designed for, something inside of us dims. Not because God wants to punish us—but because He longs for us to live fully alive.
With a new year here, maybe this is our moment for a fresh start.
What if we decided this would be the year we fully embrace our God-given potential? The year we stop letting the naysayers—both external and internal—win. The year we stop burying our talents and instead make a run for it.
I love how Martin Luther King Jr. said it:

So run if you can.
Walk if you must.
Crawl if that’s where you are today.
Just don’t stop moving toward what you were created for.
And maybe—just maybe—shout “I’m going to win!” before you even reach the car








