Today I pulled 3.5 miles on my treadmill, which is pretty great considering the ridiculous situation with my knee. (It hates me.)
But before I run, I always take a few minutes to stretch. If I don’t, I pay for it by the second mile and can’t go nearly as far. I have to take the time to stretch out my legs…otherwise I hurt. I mean, I hurt anyway, but I have far more endurance when I take a few minutes to stretch those muscles.
I think God is doing the same thing to me.
He’s got me in this season of life that I’d rather not experience.
You see, I like spring and summer. I like it when things are turning green and flowers are appearing and the sun is shining. I like taking walks and drinking coffee on the porch and playing at the park.
I like those happy times.
Yet I’m not so much a fan of winter…when things are dead and buried…often being repurposed, but still.
Ugh.
The gray, the wet, the slush that too often follows a beautiful snowfall. De. Press. Ing.
I’ve been hanging out in winter.
For some reason there are things God is asking of me right now…ways that He is stretching me.
He’s stretching my Trust in Him.
He’s stretching my Obedience to Him.
He’s stretching my Faith in Him.
And if we’re being honest here, it hurts.
There are days when I feel like my faith is crumbling to the ground, moments when I don’t feel like trusting, even those times when I don’t want to obey.
Times when I feel like I’m dying more than I’m living.
But just like those stretches that are so necessary before a good run, I have to believe that He’s taking my heart and turning it into something better.
That He’s taking me and using me for something greater than I could have imagined.
That He’s making me a little more like Jesus.
If I’m willing to endure the stretching.
And I am.
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