In the last two months I started running again. And when I say again, I mean it has really been a long while. So the first two weeks I started, I was really out of shape, and I would run a little way and walk and then run a little more.
I don't know why, but I have this habit when I run that I pick some object like a tree or light post and I tell myself -"Run there and then I can stop, I'm done." Then a few weeks ago, I went out to run and at first I was going to pick my spot where I could stop running and then I just decided to run until I couldn't. I made it twice as far as my normal stopping point and I kept running and by the time I did stop, I had gone 3 or 4 times as far than I thought I could!
When I stopped running I turned around and started walking back. And I do have to say that I was very proud of myself for running so much farther than I thought I could. While I was still walking back and feeling proud of myself, God challenged me. And I wondered how many times I had put limits on God. How many times did God have more but I got a little wore down and picked my place to stop, instead of forgetting my comfort and seeing how far and where God could have taken me.
*From a simple run down a rock road, I learned a valuable lesson. I'm going to strive to keep going, evening when I'm tired and I think 'this would be a great place to stop', and follow after God and until HE says stop. I'm positive, I'll be amazed.
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