I was up late last night, so the morning feels like it’s moving in a slow motion fog. While I was dropping off keys at the mechanic to have the 1995 Jeep worked on again, the dogs climbed up on the console of my car and changed the radio station. I took them to the groomer, where I promptly dropped their leash while walking in and they took off, luckily not far. Just as I’m feeling proud of myself for managing to pick up a latte between the mechanic and the groomer, I get to my office and manage in some mystical way to spill latte down the front of my sweater onto my pants and on my hand as well. Oh, and I really don’t feel like writing a blog today. Did I mention that?
So here I am in the middle of my Monday life, my real life, wanting to curl up in my big chair at home and crochet an afghan while I watch Hallmark. But it is not to be. I have clients to see, bills to pay, a blog to write. My blog coach (that’s what I call her) tells me it’s important to write consistently, stick to a schedule, and in that process I will find my writer’s voice. It’s not proper to tell you what I’m thinking about that right now, but it got me thinking about the discipline of writing. That got me thinking about the discipline of life.
What does it take to stick to my commitments, to follow through when I flat out don’t want to? Scripture tells us we are running a race, and most days I’m not even sure I can tie my shoe laces. I get tired. I get discouraged. I get bogged down by day-to-day demands. I feel overwhelmed and under-equipped. I want to be authentic, but worry about how others might measure me. Do you hear that? The pitter patter of wrong thinking in my head?
Then I remember, God is doing all the work and He is equipping me with what I need when I need it. I remember that I am called into His purpose in His time. I take a deep breath and release, turn my face to the sun, and let go of all the pressure I’m putting on myself. Whatever is going to happen today, He already knows about. Whatever He will need from me, He has already equipped me for. Whatever I need today, He has already put a plan in motion to meet those needs. He is good. He is father. I am His, and He is mine.
I will continue to run the good race. I will not grow weary. I will rest in Him and be restored. I will let His goodness, mercy, and love pour through me. I will work, rest, and play in His grace. I pray the same for anyone who is reading this. I pray that you will feel the Father’s arms around you, His breath on your cheek, and His promise in your heart. I pray we will all be renewed in mind and spirit and not grow weary.
Isaiah [40:31] ESV
But they who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint.
Philippians [3:13]-14 ESV
Brothers, I do not consider that I have made it my own. But one thing I do: forgetting what lies behind and straining forward to what lies ahead, I press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus.
2 Timothy 4:7 ESV
I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.
Philippians [4:13] ESV
I can do all things through him who strengthens me.