I went for a run yesterday that was just absolutely miserable. I ran a little over a mile on the track and just gave up. It was 90+ degrees outside and I had forgotten that I’m going to have to get acclimated to the heat before I can go out and run in it. I hate that — I’m motivated to run NOW, I don’t want to easy into this. The heat is throwing off my running “routine” (I think I’ll have to start running more than once or twice a week to be able to call it a routine).
Lately, everything seems to be a bit off. My sleep schedule is just a bit off. My eating habits are just a bit off. My walk with Christ?
Today God decided to confront me on it ever so gently. It’s not like “prodigal son” levels — which is when I most expect God to intervene, you know, at rock bottom — but more like everything is just a little off. Each day I become a little more apathetic, a little more withdrawn, things get a little bit dimmer. Anyway, a few months ago my mom gives me this verse to think about (she got it when she was praying for me). It was the passage where God tells Abraham to go sacrifice his son Isaac on the mountain. She felt like this meant that I had something that God wanted, and that I needed to pray about what that was. Well, God reminded me today about that time several months ago when He told me to share my testimony at the Recovery program at my church. He also reminded me about the time a few months ago when he told me a SECOND time and how I half way agreed by agreeing to share my testimony at a different place. That fell through (snow storm… in March… yeah) and so here I am, God ever so patiently telling me a THIRD time and I’m starting to think my life wouldn’t be so “off” if I would just OBEY.
I’m so thankful for a God who is full of mercy, grace, and patience, is slow to anger and is faithful.
