Just wrote down everything I can remember about a day that changed my life. Altered it forever. Duh, I cried.
Grateful for a friend today that reminded me, my story is sacred. He knew my story long before I was made.
Psalm 139:15-16 “My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.”
He gave me this story to glorify Him. Why wallow in despair over this season in my life where I have challenged myself to confront and conquer that day? Jesus didn’t put up with wallowing. No sir.
John 5:6-8 “When Jesus saw him lying there and learned that he had been in his condition for a long time, he asked him, ‘Do you want to get well?’ ‘Sir,’ the invalid replied, ‘I have no one to help me into the pool when the water is stirred. While I am trying to get in, someone else goes down ahead of me.’ Then Jesus said to him, ‘Get up! Pick up your mat and walk.’”
My mat and I are walking tomorrow. Maybe that’s why I’ve been running so much lately… trying to tie a physical action / overcoming a physical challenge with the mental and emotional obstacles I’ve begrudgingly forced myself to acknowledge. Funny, before tonight, I would have rather ran another 13.1 miles (that would have been 52.4 miles in two months) then deal with the day.
Walking down to domination station with a group of women tomorrow night. Only Satan can keep us from responding to his command, “Get up!” Thankful that my Savior is love, action and mercy.
K
