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Marathons and Banana Bread

I show love with food. Which is why if you come to me in distress or sad or happy or excited or miserable or frustrated or anything in between, I’ll probably pop a cookie in your mouth. You can blame it on my culture or the way I was raised, but sometimes I think that the best way to say, “I love you” is with a nice, warm homemade pastry. That’s why I found myself in my kitchen whipping up some banana bread: because someone very close to me was going to need it.

That someone was my roommate. My roommate has been my backbone since I had moved across the country and landed in Atlanta. As soon as I had moved in with her, she informed me of one very important thing: She was training for a marathon. Unfortunately, due to a leg injury, she was behind on her training, but she kept going. I admired her dedication.

The morning of the marathon came and I was very excited for my roommate. I was able to follow her throughout the marathon using an online program that tracked her progress. It all seemed to be going well until mile 17. Up until then, it looked like she was going at a steady pace. But when it came to mile 17, I stopped getting updates of her progress. It looked like she had given up on the race and was unable to move forward. I imagined that at that moment she was feeling miserable. All that work! All those months of preparation were going down the drain.

So I started making banana bread. I would be ready to pop some into her mouth as we mourned her unfinished marathon.

After I pulled the loaf out of the oven, I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. I was getting race updates again! Apparently, the sensor that tracked my roommate’s race progress had stopped working. When it finally activated again, she was on mile 24! All this time, I thought she was completely out of the race. Instead, she was giving it her all!

As I cut myself a piece of warm banana bread, my thoughts turned to God. So often I doubt that he’s working. Especially those times when it doesn’t look like He’s making any progress in my life. But I can remind myself, that even when I don’t feel it, God is never out of the race.

“Just as you cannot understand the path of the wind or the mystery of a tiny baby growing in its mother’s womb, so you cannot understand the activity of God, who does all things” (Ecclesiastes 11:5, NLT).

Jael Amador writes from New York, New York.

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Jael Amador

writes from New York, New York.

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