My running shoes have been neglected lately.
But they never fuss at me for losing contact with them. They don't try to make me feel bad when we haven't spent time together like we used to. They don't me give applause when I meet a goal but they don't frown when I miss one either. They are always there when I need them. They have never let me down. Even when I neglect them. A good pair of running shoes is like a good friend. If you don't have one of each I suggest you find them and use them frequently and together if possible.
For a while I had a trainer who helped me meet some personal goals with speed and endurance. I can still hear him "motivating" me through my mile timed run one day. After several months of training I had dropped two minutes off my best mile run. That's a pretty big deal for a middle aged lady with short legs and a love for potato chips. I decided to set a lofty goal and go for a mile in less than seven minutes. I thought he would laugh at me but he never batted an eye. We trained and ran and ran and trained. I got so tired of him yelling in my ear those mornings on the track that one day I told him to just be quiet. He listens as well as my kids and kept on talking anyway.
"Stay with me, Tammy!", he would say. ( I have a habit of speeding up on the straight parts of the track and slowing down on the curved parts.)
"Pick your head up. Look around the corner. Don't look right in front of you. Look ahead." The thing is, as aggravating as he was on those timed runs I always did better when he was running along side me. He knew my goal and he knew my potential even better than I did. If I got too far behind he would push me forward. If I pushed too far ahead, he would pull me back. As hard as I tried I have not ever been able to beat my personal record for a track mile without Coach Joe pacing me on the track.
"Stay with me Tammy. Keep my pace."
That's the only way I could do it. Any slower and I blew my chance at the clock time I wanted. Any faster and I was too tired to finish strong or lost control and found myself face first on the inside lane with a mouth full of gravel. Yeah, that happened.
"Stay with me, Tammy. Keep my pace." Those were words for life.
God has parked me on this verse for a couple of weeks now and showed me lots of truth about His pace and rhythm in life and the Kingdom. Romans 3:28 says, "God does not respond to what we do; we respond to what God does. We’ve finally figured it out. Our lives get in step with God and all others by letting him set the pace..."
"Stay with me, Tammy. Keep my pace." God doesn't adjust His pace to match my will. I adjust to His. Any faster and I miss His timing. Any slower and I miss His blessing. His pace is the perfect rhythm for finishing strong. His pace is the perfect cruising speed to finish on time and enjoy the journey. Without Him by my side my pace is all over the map and I'm way out of step with the rhythms of grace, mercy, hope, forgiveness, justice, and love. Without Him pulling me back I fall face first with the scars to prove it. He knows the goal and He knows my potential better than I ever will. And there's no way I can finish with a personal best with out God pacing me on this journey.
"Stay with me, Tammy. Keep my pace."
If you find that you are out of sync with any areas of your life, you might just start with finding the rhythm of God's heart. His is the pace and rhythm that pulls everything else into a perfect stride.
So lace up, ya'll. Your runner's high is waiting.
Amanda Williams is a forty-year old wife and mother of two who can still swing her pony tail and display just a tad of sass. She is also a Jesus loving girl who realizes she is nothing without the One who saved her. Amanda has two degrees specializing in serving students with special needs and is currently working in the field of Leadership Development. She is a Christian author, speaker, blogger, and publisher who loves serving beside her husband at her local place of worship, First Baptist Church of Ocala.