Yesterday (Oct 18th 2026), I completed my first marathon.
I had made a promise to myself that I'd finish this race without taking a break whatever it takes, and I did keep this promise.
Over the past several months, training for this marathon has been nothing but a gift to me. I learned to be more disciplined, persevere, and prove to myself that I could be a man of my word.
Throughout my life, I experienced failures, broken promises, disappointments, and criticisms. I found myself dwelling on my shortcomings, blaming myself for what I could've done better.
I don't compliment myself genuinely (though it may appear to be the opposite). I rarely allow myself to feel proud of what I have done or accomplished.
But throughout my marathon, I spent lots of time talking to myself, reflecting on my life, my own failures, ministry, and my past in general.
Then around 30km, I hit the wall. My legs were heavy and starting to get cramped. I started convincing myself this was a good reason to rest. But I decided to push forward.
Then, things started flashing. I realized I was carrying deep grief and mourning the loss of many good things I once cherished. All the disappointments and painful experiences I had dwelled on.
I began to experience (could be emotionalism and I don't say this lightly as a Baptist) the Lord turning these memories into joy and gratitude.
At that moment, I'd like to believe hearing these words:
수고했어 우승아. Well done, Byron.
It was forgotten me the Lord allowed me to be remembered and allowed me to applaud. Probably because the person i could not forgive was me. I saw that i could not have forgiven myself for my past.
Perhaps it was just emotions. Or perhaps it was the Lord, for the first time in my life, speaking to me, saying, "You've done well. I know you well my son"
And I wept. Just hearing those words.
I ended my race weeping with joy and gratitude.
Well done. You've done well. 우승아 수고했다.
I think of my faith journey as well.
There are still many km ahead of me. There will be more struggles, disappointments, and grief. And when those moments come, and I hit the wall again at that 30km mark, and when my strength will fail, my legs may not carry me anymore, I know my Lord will sustain me and will carry me to completion.
And one day, when I finish that race that truly matters, my greatest joy may not be that I kept my promise, what i achieved, or my rigorous thinking, but what I had hoped to hear from my Saviour and Lord:
"Well done, good and faithful servant."
My race continues today, and I am sustained today because of my Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ.
For his glory,
Written by Byron Chae — October 19, 2026