The day was bright and the wind was rejuvenating. I pictured the crisp, blue water that I would soon be overlooking and could almost hear the excited waves lapping onto the shore. Running by the lake front was my quiet place where I felt my anxiety lighten. With every stride, I felt more at ease. Even though I ran for pleasure, I ran hard. Some days I felt as if I was carrying a heavy weight that held me back. What pushed me forward was the idea of finishing.
I began to draw parallels between my runs and the race called life; you can read about them here. Now, just over a year later, I find myself in a place where I am too weak run, or even walk some days. On a good day, I can go maybe 1/4 mile without feeling lightheaded. A year ago, I could see how life and running intersected. Now, I can only imagine. But with a new perspective.
Our hearts also become faint. However, a weary heart has a cure. We are not without strength for our souls. Even when our faith falters and our hope hides, we can endure. We may have to walk for a season. We may crawl. We may only be able to look up. We may have to fight with one last ounce of faith. But we keep going. When our hope is in the Lord, our hearts can find the courage to trust, conquer, chase, and with every labored breath, fix our eyes on Christ. He gives us the grace to press forward. The pace is not important; what is important is that we do not lose hope.
But those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.Isaiah 40:31
I look forward to the day, when not only will my body be healed, but my soul will have finished the fight and every hindrance will be removed.
The race is hard. We may slow our pace; but we do not cave. Our weary hearts have hope. Let Christ’s grace be your oxygen as you find your footing. And if you long to run freely, take heart, you are almost home.
I know that the cross has brought Heaven to usAlmost Home, MercyMe
Make no mistake, there’s still more to come
When our flesh and our bone are no longer between
Where we are right now and where we’re meant to be
When all that’s been lost is made whole again
When these tears and this pain no longer exist
No more walking, we’re running as fast as we can
Consider this our second wind.