Running Shorts

I need to run my own race. That’s the thought that came to me while — what else? — running recently. There’s tons of advice from strangers and well-meaning friends, bombarding and distracting me at every turn (or every click of the mouse, more like). Do I need more advice? Probably not. But I need more time with my Advisor … the Author and Perfector of my Faith … and of me!

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On another recent run, I started out fretting that I have not yet gained control over my eating habits — not enough veggies, too many sweets, too much overall… “I’m so ashamed of myself,” I thought. Key word: “ashamed.” Jump! “I am not ashamed of the gospel because it is the power of God for the salvation of everyone who believes; first for the Jew, then for the Gentile.” That’s a verse I learned in Bible Quizzing, decades ago. I still remember it, and I still believe it. For the rest of my run, rather than scolding myself, I told myself the truth by quoting that verse and letting God lead me into prayer … and peace.

Later on that same jaunt, God showed me a bluebird! Second one of the year! “Thank You,” I huffed. “Thank You,” I puffed. “Thank You (huff) for the depth of Your love (puff) and the breadth of Your provision (huff, puff, hallelujah).”

(Photo: http://birds.wikia.com/wiki/Eastern_bluebird)