Last night I decided to see if I could run a half-marathon. Well, actually I bargained with myself to just run 6-8 miles and then call it a night. But when I got to mile 8, I thought, "Why not?" I wanted to make sure I had ran an "official" 13.1 miles just in case I didn't make it on race day in a couple of weeks. Holden Uganda has already received several pledges for my race, so I did not want to let people down.
I made it. Alive. I am paying for it.
I woke up feeling like a train ran me over. My every muscle is mad at me. I truly had an excuse not to mop, because I couldn't even lift up the mop. :) Today has been such a lazy day of accomplishing absolutely nothing.
I am grateful for rest though. Even if it's sore rest.
Thanks to a discussion with some girlfriends I had last week, I have thought non-stop about how 'real' Jesus is in my life. We were discussing the presence of God in church and in our daily lives, and talked about how easy it is for us to make church [and every other minutia] about us and not Him. To me, it is especially worrisome in regards to my daily life.
After my read of Radical (by David Platt) a couple months ago, I really gave church life and my walk with Christ a lot of thought. It described me really well, embarrassingly. :( Praising God at church is so nice when they play music I like, when the temperature is just right, when my outfit looks good, when...oh wait...is that praising God?
Today's slow pace once again showed me how I can get so busy with stuff about me, me, me. If Jesus was walking this earth today, would I do everything I do to get as much stuff as I possibly can cram into a 24-hour day? How much of it is for Him? How much for me? Gulp. I don't want to be the Martha, worrying about stuff that "looks good", but really isn't about Him.
With a lot of time to sit and think today, I remembered Psalm 46:10, the verse that says, "Be still and know that I am God". So I decided to read it in context. Verse 10 continues, "I will be exalted among the nations. I will be exalted in the earth." Talk about speaking to me. Who does this busy life exalt?
Even though I doubt I could manage living life in the slow lane on a regular basis, I really hope to focus more on HIS work each day.
Even Henri had a lazy day. This is what I found in our office... (For all of you who are freaking out about cat hair and HUF t-shirts, I will personally take the shirt she slept on.)
PS I haven't found a single Scripture about running being a good thing. Let me know if you find one, please. Seems as though running and weariness go hand-in-hand. ;)