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Still, RUN

I love people and never get tired of sitting across from someone, looking into their eyes and listening to what they have to say.

What I just wrote sounds as though I am a good listener, but all too often I am whirling around faster than--than a washer on the spin cycle! Anyone with a smidgen of interpersonal radar would not find that inviting. But, thank goodness that in spite of "me," I sometimes do see the one in front of me and just enjoy "what God has made" in that other person. And what he makes is delightful. The snippets of wisdom I glean from conversations, I take away to ponder later.

Today someone told me that he had coached a girl's basketball team to win two championships. I had such fun listening to his coaching stories. His eyes sparkled as the stories came with laughter in his deep voice. Of the training, some girls would say, “I’m tired, I’m not doing it.” He would smile and say, “I know. Still, RUN.” He said they would complain as they ran, but when they won the championship they all thanked him.

Tonight the muscles in my back were tense, tired, and insulted by my having lifted a heavy weight improperly earlier today, but after shopping on the way home, I had planned to prepare two casseroles for two upcoming group dinners. The thought of the conversation earlier in the day kept me going. It was a night when I told myself, "Still, RUN."

Sometimes all the strength we have, and all we need, is the strength to make the next step, with God's help. Still, RUN!

Hebrews 12:1-2 (Amplified Bible)
1THEREFORE THEN, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses [who have borne testimony to the Truth], let us strip off and throw aside every encumbrance (unnecessary weight) and that sin which so readily (deftly and cleverly) clings to and entangles us, and let us run with patient endurance and steady and active persistence the appointed course of the race that is set before us,
2Looking away [from all that will distract] to Jesus, Who is the Leader and the Source of our faith [giving the first incentive for our belief] and is also its Finisher [bringing it to maturity and perfection]. He, for the joy [of obtaining the prize] that was set before Him, endured the cross, despising and ignoring the shame, and is now seated at the right hand of the throne of God.


Marilyn said…
A step, yes! Without ignoring the need for periodic rest, it is true what you say, that during "game time" we need to keep "in the game."

Do I trust the Coach to know when to play me and when to bench me?

So often it isn't that I need great reserves of strength, but just enough for the next step.

Okay, Belinda. You've convinced me to stop thinking of all that's left to do and just work on one more chapter today.
Belinda said…
May God bless you as you work on the next word, the next line, the next paragraph; until you see a whole chapter sparkling there on the computer, Marilyn.

One step at a time. Deuteronomy 33:25 b, "May your strength match the length of your days."
Deidra said…
Great advice. Sometimes we just need to take the first step, right? And then, there's God to help with all the rest.

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