I went jogging today, and it was miserably hot outside. I waited as long as possible to go so that it would hopefully cool down. I was still a sweat factory at 8 o'clock, but I had been really excited about jogging today because I went for a jog Sunday and was feeling great. I jogged for a good while and could have kept going, but stopped only because I had company. Not because I was tired.
Well today I was thinking, "This is going to be easy." I was even planning on trying to do three miles. That ended up being quite an overestimation. So I'm jogging and it's hot and I'm tired and I never got a good pace and I was just trying to get to my goal. I ran 1.5 miles away from my house which meant I had to walk over 1.5 back if I stopped at my min of 1.5 for the day.
I struggled to do the 1.5 and it was starting to get dark so I turn around to go home and I'm still jogging trying to go as far as possible. A lady who lives on my street in my neighborhood had walked across the street to the other neighborhood to walk her three dogs and I saw her ahead of me. I was trying to jog faster so I could catch up and then walk home with her since it was starting to get dark. I continued to jog and ended up jogging past her and at this point I'm exhausted. My breathing isn't consistent, in fact I'm struggling for breath, my muscles ache, and I just want to stop. But I kept breathing. At this point, my body was pretty numb to any pain, but I was struggling for breath. As I'm gasping in air a thought occured to me...
"Just keep breathing. There is plenty of air. You won't run out." I don't ever worry if there will be enough air to take my next breath. My physical body will one day stop breathing, but there will still be plenty of air for the other billions of people on this planet to sustain life. I know this sounds silly, but it really made me think while I was running today that God is a lot like the air around me. I can't see it, but I can feel it, and it completely surrounds me. It's always there sustaining my life. No matter how much I need, it's there.
So I kept going. Phsyically struggling and definitely out of breath.. I kept spotting little goals ahead of me to get to and then I'd get there and keep going. As I was running towards each small goal, which was way past the original goal, I kept thinking about spiritual things I want to run towards. I had the choice to run today. I didn't like it very much while I was doing it because it was a really hard run, but I was glad I did afterwards. I can't count how many times I do things out of obedience and don't like it or even fully see or understand until sometime later when I am so glad that I chose to obey God. I find jogging to be a very spiritual thing, and I figured I would share my experience with you today.
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