Yesterday I didn't have a lot of time for my swim. My plan called for 1.2 mile swim but I wasn't sure I could get it all in before having to leave for another commitment. Going right at it, I struck a good turnover, hoping to hold that until I got at least a large portion of my swim done before having to leave. The pace continued. I never stopped; never slowed up, done. The 1.2 miles were covered and I still felt strong.
Upon reflection, I felt a special thankfulness that I can do that. Ten years ago or more, when I swam my first mile, I had to stop and recoup several times. It was painfully much slower than my swim today. Amazing. I am over ten years older and can swim longer and harder now. God has been so good to me.
And it made me think. If my swimming can get better with age, if my best swimming years had been before me, then what else much greater can the Lord have in store for me? It might not be in the physical realm, but I believe God will keep His promises. And though this body will age, I will be thankful that, yes indeed, my best is still yet to come. My best swim, my best run, my best bike, or nothing compared to the rest of the best that the Lord has in store for me, through Jesus Christ.