I picked up running about two years ago now. After 4 years of intense high school sports, I’ve slowed down. A lot. Running, to me is a love/hate relationship. I hope you can relate to me, unless you’re a fanatic runner, the whole running idea is awful but once I’m actually doing it, it’s great! I feel good about it and I feel healthier! I still crave French fries after I run, but that’s another story about how wonderful French fries. My favorite part of my running journey has been the winters. The wonderful, long, West Michigan winters. I love it so much because it’s an excuse not to run outside and, of course, I wouldn’t go to a gym to run on the treadmill. That’s not real running, so I’d wait until the spring to do real running.
Run towards God purpose for you! (Photo credit: jbelluch)
Well, this winter has not been my favorite winter. Some crazy person decided to make a running class a requirement to graduate college, so naturally I have to take it. The class has been fine, it helps that one of my good friends is in it with me because we push each other and we’re improving together! As you can see, I have no self-discipline in running so when Spring Break came, I did not have to go to class, and you can just imagine my running activity: 0 running.
I had to run, otherwise I’d fall over to the side of the road the Monday I would get back to class because I’d be so tired. So, dreading it, I went out and ran. It was beautiful outside. All the snow was almost melted, and it was a nice breeze outside; life was just beautiful. I decided to run the back trail of the campus. It’s quiet there, a lot of woods, no cars, just peaceful. About ¼ into my run, I saw the road ahead of me full of snow. So I thought that maybe there were some open spots I could step on. Even though I knew it would be easier to go the path I usually go, I decided to keep going the way I wanted to. It was a mile full of regrets. I was running on sloppy mud with puddles, snow, ice, and god knows what was under the snow. Basically, it was the worst run ever. My socks were extremely wet, and my pretty, bright pink shoes were ruined. That whole time I wanted to stop and walk to a clear path, but I had to keep running or my shoes would be wetter, and then that’d be twice the mess all over again.
Eventually, I got to the clear road. What a relief. I immediately remembered, if I took the easier route, it would have brought me to the same place but without all that messy mess! It took me twice the effort to get where I wanted to go. I laughed out loud thinking how silly that was of me (luckily no one was around). Dad, why did I do that? That was so unnecessary! Immediately God said to me, “Pam, you didn’t have to, but you got to where you wanted, didn’t you?”
WOAH. Hold the horses. No matter what path I would have taken I would have gotten to the place I originally intended. Isn’t that what happens with life? God has a specific plan for us, and no matter what path we take or how far away we steer ourselves out of that plan, he still brings us back to where He wanted us all along. It’s interesting to think how many clear paths I had in my life where I decided to take the muddy, snowy path instead of just going where he told me to go. Realizing that I didn’t have to struggle through that, makes me think twice about the path I will take to reach my goal and it wouldn’t take that long either. If we were intentional about the steps we take more often, imagine what could have been accomplishing!
So, lets be intentional about where God is taking us. Let’s reach for the impossible, because it IS possible if we choose it!