Introducing “Monday Moments” – a weekly post occurring on, you guessed it, Monday mornings focusing on moments from my crazy journey called life. I believe our Abba’s love stretches way beyond our scheduled quiet time on His lap. I’ve encountered moments during my fast-paced “No way we are out of toilet paper again” chaos that quiets my mind, brings peace to my heart and brings life back to routine. You see, I believe our God can speak continually to our hearts no matter what our day brings…even if I am piling my clan back into the minivan for a quick trip to grab toilet paper. More about that later. For now, let’s start with my first run.
It was a dark yet warm January morning that fell earlier this year. It marked a beginning I never saw coming. It marked my first morning run in over 3 years.
I decided I would follow the Couch-To-5k running plan. It sounded easy enough. In fact, the first week was mostly walking. I could handle walking. I have three boys – I’m a mom that knows how to chase wound-up kids! This would be easy.
And then the alarm sounded at 5:30 that morning.
I threw on a pair of shorts, grabbed an old t-shirt and clung to my sneakers. I started my handy “Couch-To-5k” running app and off I walked.
I hadn’t even made it .5 miles before I felt doom. Rain drops began to hit the palm of my hands as I briskly paced to a tall tree for shade. A tree only feels slightly reassuring in the darkness of a morning, alone, in your workout shorts, on the morning of your first run.
As the drops turned into an all out downpour, I clung to the trunk of my new friend to stay dry. It was at that moment, brushing my cheek against the wet bark that my conversation with God began.
I may or may not have ranted on about my desire to make a change for the better.
I may or may not have blamed Him for the rain…more than just once.
I may or may not have told Him I was done and walking my long .5 mile stroll right back to our house and crawling back in my dry and warmer bed.
Yet, He listened. My raves didn’t flinch Him one bit. Sometimes I forget how big God really is – in between the wet bark and the reflection of the moon.
As the rain began slowing to a trickle, I started my journey home. Yet something made me stop. Something made me question if returning home would mark a beginning or an end to my workout routine for the long haul.
“God, if I’m really going to start running, I need You with me.”
I needed Him more than just guidance for my steps and more than guidance in my life. I needed to be rooted in His promises to weather the storms in my life.
That day, I made it my first mile and thought I was going to die. Yet, as I walked and attempted running, I talked with Him during the entire workout. I didn’t leave Him at the tree. As our morning meetings continued, 1 mile became 2, then 4 and even 7. With each increased mile, I felt closer to God than ever before. I began simply quieting my heart and letting Him speak into my life, searching my heart and His Word filtered my thoughts. These runs became my way of letting Him take root in my mind and my heart.
If it weren’t for that rain storm and that perfectly planted tree, I may have missed our divine appointment.
And now Bethany, just as you accepted Me as your Lord, you must continue to follow Me. Let your roots grow down into Me, and let your life be built on Me. Then your faith will grow strong in the Truth you were taught, and you will overflow with thankfulness.
I’m learning that spending intimate time with Abba is less about where we are going or what I have to say. Instead, it’s simply resting in His arms, becoming aware of His embrace and trusting His voice.
Don’t be so quick to speak to Him that you forget to rest in His arms. Don’t forget the roots you need to weather the storms in life.