Ok, so I've never climbed an ice rock like in this picture. I won't lie, that picture makes me want to wet myself, and not just to keep warm. But it does seem that I find myself in situations ... far more often than I'd like ... that require a level of resolve I'm unable to muster on my own.
Truth be told ... if left to myself, I'd live a very safe little life with a total absence of fear-inducing risks. And my safe little self would die weak, lazy, and immature. But that's not God's best. Instead, He calls me to things so much bigger than me they cause me to bury my head in His chest and say "tell me when it's over!" But in the midst of His safe embrace, He turns me around, makes me open my eyes and with an endearing little chuckle says, "C'mon, we'll do it together." And at the end of the day I find myself exhausted, amazed, and strangely grateful.
This lesson seems to come almost daily right now. Not always big things. Sometimes just little baby tasks. Like the other day ...
I had signed up to run in the Perseverance 5k. (I'm trying to improve my PT run times, so signing up for 5Ks seems to offer good accountability to do that.) I was somewhat looking forward to the race thinking it would be a nice way to start my Saturday ... a nice run on a warm Birmingham day. But that's not what happened. Instead God opened up the floodgates and drowned the city ... for days. (Anyone seen my ark?)
Aww, too bad. Guess they'll have to cancel the race. Oh well.
But much to my surprise, when I called the church hosting the event, I was informed they had no intentions of canceling the race. Great. Now I have a decision to make. Do I stay in my warm, dry bed and sleep in? Or do I get up and go for a 3.1 mile run ... in the cold, nasty rain? Ugh. I'm not proud to admit it, but I had actually decided I would get up, go to the church, pick up my race packet (aka free t-shirt), and go back home and go back to sleep.
(I know. Don't even say it. I'm just being honest.)
Oh, I had good reasons. I mean I could slip! I am accident prone you know. That's all I need is to get injured. I actually told myself the SMART thing, the RESPONSIBLE thing to do was not to run.
One problem. This was called a "Perseverance 5K." Could I really in good conscience ever wear that shirt knowing I was the antithesis of perseverance?! Suddenly I realized I was in that place again ... that place that makes me stop and ask myself what I'm really made of. And instantly in those moments, I know what I have to do. Rarely am I excited about it, but at least it is usually clear.
So yes, I ran the race ... in the rain.
And I ran it in a new personal record time! (Maybe just to get out of the rain, but who cares.)
So what's YOUR race today? What's YOUR thing that you can't seem to talk yourself into doing? Just do it! You might actually get more out of it than a free t-shirt.
See that smirk on my face in the picture? It's because I realized I did it ... and every time I do it ... whatever it is ... I am less inclined to hesitate the next time. Who knows, with enough practice at this perseverance thing, "going for it" may just become my new default! Imagine having to be talked OUT of things instead of into them! But one step at a time.
Besides, something tells me God is going to give me plenty of opportunities to practice.