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Going Backwards So You Can Go Forward

Just the thought of going backwards makes me cringe.

I’m a forward thinking gal. I don’t like losing time.

But

I see it better as a runner and it’s true in all of life.

Sometimes,

    not all the time,

    but sometimes you must go backwards so you can go forward.

A few weeks ago I injured my right knee while running.

To be honest, I got too excited, too motivated, too lost in the fun

whatever it was

It was too much

for my knee.

At first I hobbled

and expected to be out running within a few days.

I’d never had a running injury.

Never in all my 40 some years running.

I limped painfully upstairs and downstairs

but no way could I begin to run.

I pouted. And fussed within.

Come on, Lord. Please heal this old knee.

As one day led to another I began to accept that this would be a slow heal.

So I rested.

And waited.

One week.

Two weeks.

Three weeks.

Four weeks.

Until today when I laced on my shoes and went out for a gentle run.

It was smooth and gloriously pain-free.

Reminding me again

that some times

many times in life

I need to relax and be patient (not my favorite trait).

I must be flexible and adjust.

And look for the benefits of resting rather than pushing, pressing and insisting on my way.

I find this is true so much in life.

Plans are made, goals are written – when suddenly the unexpected happens.

And I have to change.

Yes, accept the things I cannot change

And change the things I can.

I love to run, and pray, and sing, and dance and be active.

But when life hits

suddenly you have to pick up the pieces,

wait on endless hold

listen to His Spirit within

all the while knowing that our times are in His Hands.

Healing is important. Learning to wait is essential.

Yes, He’s teaching me but I have a long way to go.

Life is made of million upon million life moments.

The more we let go and are willing to even go backwards, if needs be,

we will keep going forward.

Growing in grace and truth.

And maybe even growing in understanding that it’s not about our timing.

It’s all about Him.

 

Possibilities

Waking up that morning

I tip-toed downstairs

so as not to awaken my daughters.

Something was different.

Something was changed.

What could it be?

I turned the coffee maker on, fed my begging  lab

and let him outside.

Still thinking.

Aware.

Something was different.

Today for the first time in weeks

there was a sense of energy and hope and aliveness.

Where had it come from?

For months there had been this heaviness within.

So many deaths.

So much sickness.

And rules to remember and follow.

But today it was different.

I poured my coffee and sat down in the familiar, deep green comfy chair.

Yes, it had been weeks of holding on,

 hoping upon hope for a change

but today was surprisingly different.

It was as if He had whispered it just for me.

“All things are possible.”

Yes ALL things.

I could hardly contain myself.

All things.

In 2021?

Yes I sensed Him assure me.

 No matter how challenging the days might still be.

No matter how difficult the problems.

God’s promise was still true. He knows and sees and loves us still.

He had not changed.

The wonder of it all flooded me again with new life.

What was different?

Why the change?

I can’t explain it but I realize it’s true – like never before.

God’s Word for me, for us, for all of us,

hasn’t changed.

All things are still possible.

I don’t know about you but that literally thrills me.

I’ve needed to know it afresh.

Maybe you do too.

Get away from the many distractions,

   the loud voices,

    the noise,

and turn to Him.

He wants you to come closer, to lean in, to bend your ear.

Listen well, my friends.

All things are possible with God.

He wants you to know this.

Today.

Especially today.

 

 

Me? A Prayer Runner?

It happened  quite by accident.

Mornings began early with me putting on my running shoes

and leaving my house.

 It was just beginning to grow lighter

and my running settled into a moderate pace.

Listening to the awakening birds.

Watching the first light.

Admiring the flowers with dewdrops on their petals.

My first prayers were ones of thanks.

“Thank you, Lord, for creating such a beautiful world.”

“Thank you for the birds singing in the early morning.”

Thank you, God.”

And gradually my conversation with God changed to

“Forgive me, Lord, for worrying about that.

Help me to trust you.”

My conversations with God were an undistracted time

when I could simply pour out my heart.

“Boy, I really need wisdom in handling that….”

One thought after another became a prayer.

Sharing with the One I loved more than anything or anyone

and listening to His quiet whisper.

My steps kept on and so did my conversation with the Father.

Somehow my prayers grew deeper out there on the streets

in the early morning.

Somehow I sensed I had connected with His Pleasure

as I ran.

Hills became nothing as I was deep in my conversations.

Way before I was ready to be done

my morning run was over

and I showered and dressed for my job as a first grade teacher.

But these prayer runs set a foundation for me.

One that focused me, nourished my soul, and grew within me

a relationship that has been so precious through the years.

Yes, I could have prayed at home

Or in the car

Or at a church

But for me, this rhythm of prayer runs

Became a place where I knew and was known.

God seemed to run with me.

Smiling His pleasure.

Some folks have discovered the benefit of prayer walks.

But for me, the prayer runs are the diamonds

in the midst of ordinary living.

Through them I have been transformed

from a stressed out woman to one who is continually growing stronger.

And if one day I’m not able to run and pray

I will walk

always enjoying the wonder

that He walks with me and talks with me.

That wonder never grows old.