My personal pity party was canceled. It was not my doing. However, it is relieving to feel the lingering raincloud lift from my heart.
I find myself excited.
Ready to scream at the top of the mountaintops…”I actually blogged, really blogged for a whole week.” Hey, I like to celebrate all successes. 🙂
But an off day or staring at the reality of a situation usually threatens to derail my celebration and instead schedules a pity party.
I wish I could write that I don’t still have pity parties. They are somewhat childish. They show my battle with faith and staying the course.
Am I the only one?
Saturday I went for an 11 mile run. It was awesome! The Texas cattle, clear sky, country roads and I had an enjoyable morning.
All was well until later in the day. Little things began throwing me off. I went to the store, walking at the pace of a turtle due to sore legs. I finally placed all my items in my cart. I stood in line. I loaded them on the belt and prepared to pay only to realize, my husband had the bank card.
I apologize and left the store determined not get distracted. I could list the events that took place, I’ll spare you the sob story. Needless to say, by Sunday morning the high of Saturday morning had left the building.
I sat on the pew, prayed, and submitted everything weighing my heart to God. I praised and worshiped and I felt peace settling over me. Then the sermon began and I knew God was saying…
Pity Party Canceled
The topic: Running to Win. Bells began to chime in my head. I love a great running analogy. Scriptural text: 1 Corinthians 9:24-27 (Read it).
Sidebar… 1 Corinthians, Chapter 9 is one of my favorite chapters in the bible. Paul in these passages teach my heart to be focused, disciplined, to lead by example, to share the gospel , to run my race to win THE prize. This list could span for paragraphs because this is a chapter that guides many aspects of my life.
The preacher read the passage and I knew God was speaking to me. I allowed a few incidents to derail me and it had nothing to do with the grocery store or being tired. I have been feeling the pressure of what is to come
“What ifs” cloud my judgment and is a carnival for the enemy to dwell. You see, my race has absolutely nothing to do with me. That is a tough pill to swallow. It’s the truth.
As “what ifs” scramble in my head, it is really about ego, pride and measuring up. However, if I run my race according to God’s plan for me and in the way Christ would lead me I have no problems.
It does not mean everything is easy breezy, oh no, most of the time is actually much harder. You’re on the enemy’s radar. You are no longer sitting on the couch having a private pity party catered by Blue Bell Ice Cream.
Wait…that’s just me…
The preacher spoke from God’s heart to mine. He said “Expect to Win!”
If I am living in expectancy of all God has shown me, I have no time for pity parties. I have no time to allow my personal shortcomings to derail me…we’ve come too far.
I have to run this race to win.
“Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one
gets the prize? Run in such a way as to get the prize.”
1 Corinthians 9:24
Question: How are you running your race?