(there will be more on Vegas… but today a side trip to expand on a previous thought)
In my last blog I made the statement that we were created to chase. And I believe it’s true. Scripture confirms it. We all run after something.
Yesterday I was challenged by a scripture in 2 Sam. 18 “Come what may, I want to run.” The person speaking those words had been discouraged from running. But still, he wanted to run. He knew he had to do what was in his heart regardless of whether his running was accepted by others, or if it meant running alone.
I too am called to run. God has put a passion in my heart that simply will not go away. This passion calls to me to leave the comfort of the sidelines and chase after Him.
It’s hard sometimes. I’m a baby. In the physical world I can guarantee that you will never see me running (unless there’s a very angry mama bear chasing me). I hate to run. Running involves work, effort, and my least favorite thing… sweat! Yuck!
In my spiritual life, sadly, I am much the same. I want to run for God. But, when the going gets tough, I’m looking for a hammock and a glass of lemonade.
Is it too much to just want a break? A little time out? A recovery period?
In the midst of my questioning I stumbled across this in Hebrews:
Yep. That pretty much sums it up. I’m tired, my faith is shaken. And all I want to do is sit on the sidelines. But I can’t. Because I’m called to run this race. There are people following. And I have to take a new grip and stand firm.
The good news… God promises that we will not stumble and fall, but we will become stronger. If we don’t quit running.
I have to confess… I hate the sweat, I hate the leg cramps, I hate that sometimes I have to run all by myself. But I can’t stop running. Because in the running I find joy. I find life. I find my reward.