A few weeks ago I purchased a small, lightweight light that allows me to run in the dark.
You see, right now the sunrise hits around 6:55AM here. With our older boys heading to school, I must be back at the house and ready to accept my churrfer duties at exactly 7:20. Ready – as in showered, dried, looking good enough to have a spontaneous parent-teacher conference in the carpool loop (oh yes, it has occurred and no, I was not prepared).
So, I run in the dark.
After falling several times over an eight month period, it hit me to investigate this whole portable running light idea.
These falls were not your typical, everyday “let me put a band-aid over it” occupancies. Oh no. When I fall, I skid…literally. When I run, I look down to see if the very blood streaks I left on that portion of the sidewalk previously have been covered-up. I marked up my running path well.
The first morning I used my new gadget light, I also decided to use knee braces and elbow pads. I was prepared. I looked like I was preparing for battle. In many ways, I was.
With my music cranked and my light glowing, I set off for a more confident run.
That’s when I realized my complete lack of focus during my run. I would see the moon, turning my head would send the light beam off the sidewalk and streak across the night sky. And then back to the sidewalk. Only to notice a lightning bug on the grass ahead – again light streaking across the neighbors lawn looking for a creature probably laughing his head off at me – a crazy running momma with a light attached to her visor.
My eyes literally get so easily distracted from the sidewalk, it takes complete focus – or a connected headlight – to remind me where my focus needs to be. Not on the moon. Not on the grass. Not on the crushed Mountain Dew can lying on the ground (I still wonder if it was a normal green can or the red…or even the blur flavor!).
Concentration is not my greatest skill.
And yet I run. In the dark. With a headlight.
I run to spend time with God.
And by the end of that first run, I had learned this lack of concentration weakness of mine incredibly well. So much so that it bothered me.
As the sun began to rise and I clicked my little light off, I felt God form a deeper parallel about this running experience.
So many times, I catch myself running through my day with the light of God’s promises guiding my steps. I start out well…until I realize that it’s picture day…or snack day…or all three kids are sick…or…or…or…
My attention is so easily diverted.
It’s so easy to feel like God has left me if I’m not staring at His promises.
If I’m more concerned about a temporary inconvenience than His ongoing providence.
If I get distracted by the little things, instead of remembering why I love to run and Who I’m running with.
In her book “The Best Yes” Lysa Terkeurst writes “We steer where we stare.” How true.
Gods promises were not meant to simply make us feel good – they are the light we should shine directly on the sidewalk of our paths. His promises are only good if you use it’s light to confidently take that next step onto the path God has us on.
Where is the Light sending you today?
Just a reminder as Abba whispers:
My child, My Word is a lamp to guide your feet and a light for your path. (Psalms 119:105 NLT)
Stay focused and shine on friends!
Have you ever been distracted in life? How did you refocus? I’d love to hear your story in the comment section below!