When thinking on my new year’s goals (which I rarely set) and the onset of the age 40, I decided one night it was time to run a half marathon. I don’t run, but it seemed like a great idea at the time. I think the time was around 11:40 p.m.
I convinced my husband to join me, bought some running shoes and downloaded a training plan. I hit the gym the next week and began to train. After one mile, my body was screaming at me. Did I mention that I have an old back injury and my physical therapist told me years ago to never run? Anyway, day after day, I went to the gym to run. Night after night, my body was hating me. So after about 3 weeks of this nonsense I decided I was not a runner and had signed up for the wrong race. I am more of a yoga, stroll in the park kinda girl anyway. Or a dance-a-thon. I would kill that race.
I realized this morning that I have also signed up for the wrong race in my personal life. I have been looking around at all these other runners, envious of their race and wishing mine was a little different. This year God gave me the word “Rest” to focus on. I saw this morning how tired and achy I have become trying to run a race that hasn’t been given to me and definitely doesn’t belong to me. There is rest in the race that belongs to us, friends. Scripture teaches that we are each uniquely gifted and equipped for our race. A race that God assigned to us.
Take a minute and access what race you are running. If it’s yours, keep going! If it’s not, stop and begin to ask God to show you his perfect place and path for you. Rest in that. What a good word!
Hebrews 12:1 Let us run with endurance the race God has set before us.
2 Samuel 22:33-34 The God who has girded me with strength has opened wide my path. He makes my feet like the deer; he causes me to stand on the heights.
Isaiah 40:29 Those who wait on the Lord will find new strength. They will run and not grow weary.
Psalm 119:32 I run in the path of your commands, for you have set my heart free.