From distress to doctor. From tribulations to teacher. This is the race that Beverly Crockett has run thus far. In her first book, Just Run The Race, Crockett reflects on her personal experiences and reveals the lessons that she has learned along the way. She lets her trials as a teenager inspire her unto tenacity, and she allows her struggles as a young wife and subsequentially a single mother teach her about the significance of personal strength. But, she caps it all when she shows the reward of forgetting those things which are behind as she relates her years in college and becoming a minister.
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Just Run The Race is a powerful testament to one's ability to harness our God-given strength, focus and motivation -- to lead a dynamic life, full of positivity and potential. Practical and conversational, the book delivers a universal message of optimism, reflection, faith, love... and of patience. In her first book, Dr. Beverly A. Crockett draws from personal experiences - from teen trials and tribulation, young wife, single mother, college grad and church Minister - to illustrate that all things are possible, for all people. Each of us is on a path God has chosen for us, but sometimes, lose the sense of our own compass, even while following His Plan. In the midst of chaos, challenges, and life's smallest hiccups, it's never too late to regain your bearings and have your feet planted firmly on the ground, as you forge ahead. We cannot always see where we are headed, but you will, indeed, get to the Finish line. Meanwhile, what's most important is that you JUST RUN THE RACE!
Now these questions are flooding my very soul. Why did I have to experience the death of my Mother to lung cancer just about a year and a half later, when my daughter was a mere six months old? I was just a child Lord, why did I have to go through all of that drama? Why did I find myself in one abusive relationship after another?
Sometimes I would find myself in situations where my self-esteem was so low that l became well acquainted with the dirt, the trash, the rocks and many other things that slithered along the earth level. I came from a “good” family; my grandmother was a staunch, strict Christian woman who “lived” at the church. Hadn’t she prayed for me while she was there singing songs of Zion?