The apostle Paul said this "I press on toward the goal for the reward of the upward calling of God in Messiah Yeshua. Therefore let all who are mature have this attitude; and if you have a different attitude in anything, this also God will reveal it to you." Phil.3:14-15
I'm sure there is a whole lot of context to this verse that a theologian would dig out better than I can. I am no theologian, or pastor, or any teacher.
But I am a sharer. Sometimes an over sharer,but that's a discussion for another day.
I've recently started running. I started it as a way to gain victory over some mental hurdles that I needed to bust through. I found myself in a space that was constantly dealing with a barrage of terrorizing mental voices. Mostly from my past growing up, and some from the past 10 plus years as an adult navigating her many flaws. Something that is incredibly interesting to me, is the fact that I have avoided running my entire life.
After a few remarks about my lack of sporting ability in the second grade from the coolest kid in class, I can remember deciding that I was cool enough, and didn't need to run. At all.
I grew up with horses and figured that riding was something no one I knew could make fun of me for. In honesty I saw my classmates as a bunch of city kids, and just avoided their berating as much as possible. By not participating.
Growing up into my teen years I faced a heavy amount of anxiety, and I would walk it out. Or ride it out. And, that's what I did over and over. Into adulthood , I would often workout on an elliptical, and fancied myself as "running". I tried to run with a marathon runner, until I hurt my ankle and never asked her to coach me again.
Then came a moment in my life, that I realized I had given up on too many things in my life. One of my failures was that I had let go of healthy discipline, and realized that I was killing myself mentally and physically. I couldn't shake the defeat in my head. I needed a win. I had been through the most fiery year of my life. And I thank God for the victory He gave during that year. But, now I am in a new year, and the above verse would beckon me and call me.
Over and over the Holy Spirit would show me certain things He wanted me to pursue. For the sake of not blabbing my entire life on the internet, we will stick to the subject of running.
Running. God wanted me to start running?
No ellipticals.
Honest to goodness feet pounding the ground and elbows back, head forward.
I tried every way I could to get around it.But, in the end I submitted to the Holy Spirit . I found a close friend that would be willing to train me, and I knew she would hold me accountable.
What followed was beginning training of form and small victories. I could tell that I had always associated running with bad memories, ridicule , or even trauma. Every time I started feeling that sharp need to get air, those condemning voices would beat me up mentally. I am so thankful for my friend that looks beyond the physical and starts to preach to me . When I would reach that point of legs burning and gasping for air, my memories became evil demonic voices,and the fear would take over... but I wouldn't break my form. I would finish and cross that distance line that we had agreed to.
Until my first day of running on a trail. My friend picked me up and we set out on our warm up. Being out in nature makes me feel so alive, and I was thrilled to be away from all the cars and sounds of town. Our trail was a mixture of hills and turns, but I was so ready for victory. Until I took a hill, and lost it. The form was gone, and I couldn't seem to pull myself together. I kept telling my friend "I can't do this, my body can't do this". She never once gave up on me, over and over she proclaimed truth with the voice of a lioness. To the outsider, it might have looked like I was being pretty pathetic. But, on the inside of my brain there was a war. And I had zero strength to fight it. The onslaught of evil thoughts seemed too much, and my friend fought in my stead. Identifying every weapon the Enemy was hurling my direction and telling me to fight it in Jesus Name. There was a point where I had almost given in to those thoughts of condemnation.
Then these words echoed in my head. "This is why you're unlovable. All you ever do is give up and no one truly loves you."
For some reason that sentence searing across my brain, caused me to open my palms, and breathlessly start to sing.
I lift my eyes to heaven and remember I am loved
I lift these weary hands and let my Father pick me up
More than answers, more than healing, God your presence is enough
I lift my eyes to heaven and remember this is where my help comes from
My elbows pointed back. I started lifting my toes. My breathing became less shallow. My form was beginning to take shape as a runner and not someone who was giving up.
I could see the truck now and by God's strength I was going to make it to the truck without breaking my form. The whole way my friend encouraged me. She shouted the truth at me, because she could see how hard I was fighting. Once we reached the truck she wouldn't let me collapse. We walked it off. I felt like all my pain, and mental battles were being crunched into a cube, like in a trash compactor, and it was stuck in the pit of my stomach. I opened my arms wide. Not caring who saw me. With a fire in my lungs, I breathed out the lyrics.... I'm no longer a slave to fear!!!!
I noticed we were making our way to a grassy park beside some water, and I knew I needed to run to it. I told my friend.."I need to run to that spot." She said "lets do it". I ran, I ran so fast. I had to get to the pavilion and I knew I needed to worship there. I needed to be rid of the irrational fear of running. I needed victory over this stronghold in my mind.
After a sweet few moments of worship, we walked back to the truck. The sign next to the park where I gave it all to God, and commanded the fear to leave in Jesus Name said MANDO.
My friend was curious so she looked it up, and showed me the definition on her phone.
COMMAND.
We laughed. The laugh of victory. The kind of laugh that is unbothered and at perfect peace.
And I walked away in victory. Victory may not always come in sweeping, grand gestures. It helps to have friends that see past the physical and will call your timid heart to courage.
The truths I take from this experience are overwhelming and have lasting effects.
I'll always remember the day that irrational fear almost won, but because of the power of Jesus, I was able to command it to leave.
And I left it behind me.
Like Paul, I press on.
Leaving behind the fear and failure, that let's be honest had nothing to do with my ability to run. It had everything to do with my worthiness to be loved.
But, I know Who loves me. I know Who gives the victory. I know Who called me, by name.
It's through Him, because of Him, and by Him that I can leave it all behind.
The Lord Bless you and keep you,
Laurie
Art work does not belong to me. I found this on Pinterest, and thought it so applicable.