I am not a running person and I never go running just like that. I used to run when I was in school 10 years ago, but since that the only running I did was while playing football.
Few months ago I was asked if I would join in running with my friends, but I said: “No, I don’t need it.” Truth is that I was rather afraid of failing and being embarrassed. But one evening when I was really lazy, I decided that I need to prove myself. I decided that I will go for a secret run. It didn’t really matter that last time I run was about eight months ago, playing football. It was question of honour.
After mile and half I was already dying. It was November 27th and my ears were hurting because of cold. That was a time when I discovered my naivety. There was no way that I could run all the way I planned. So I started to pray, for there was my pride and I didn’t want to fail myself. I decided I will give it all. At home I was taught by my father never to give up.
As I run I thought about Jesus as He was going the way of the cross. He could give up anytime, except he didn’t. I knew I could give up anytime too, nobody would know, nobody would really care, but there was something that kept me going. It was like I was walking with Jesus and he was saying: “Don’t give up on me.” I realized that it was not as much about physical strength as about the strength of my will. And so many times I said: “I’m giving up, help me” and He gave me just enough strength for the next step. I felt blisters on my feet, pain in my back and my legs were burning.
After an hour and eighteen minutes I finally stopped, just before the gate of our house. That evening I ran 8 miles without a single pause.
I realized that with God we can always do what is impossible to us He gives us just enough strength to keep going. I grew much more intimate in my relationship with Jesus especially His passion. I got rid of my laziness and as a bonus I felt good about myself still remembering that it was not me but God in me.
Few months ago I was asked if I would join in running with my friends, but I said: “No, I don’t need it.” Truth is that I was rather afraid of failing and being embarrassed. But one evening when I was really lazy, I decided that I need to prove myself. I decided that I will go for a secret run. It didn’t really matter that last time I run was about eight months ago, playing football. It was question of honour.
After mile and half I was already dying. It was November 27th and my ears were hurting because of cold. That was a time when I discovered my naivety. There was no way that I could run all the way I planned. So I started to pray, for there was my pride and I didn’t want to fail myself. I decided I will give it all. At home I was taught by my father never to give up.
As I run I thought about Jesus as He was going the way of the cross. He could give up anytime, except he didn’t. I knew I could give up anytime too, nobody would know, nobody would really care, but there was something that kept me going. It was like I was walking with Jesus and he was saying: “Don’t give up on me.” I realized that it was not as much about physical strength as about the strength of my will. And so many times I said: “I’m giving up, help me” and He gave me just enough strength for the next step. I felt blisters on my feet, pain in my back and my legs were burning.
After an hour and eighteen minutes I finally stopped, just before the gate of our house. That evening I ran 8 miles without a single pause.
I realized that with God we can always do what is impossible to us He gives us just enough strength to keep going. I grew much more intimate in my relationship with Jesus especially His passion. I got rid of my laziness and as a bonus I felt good about myself still remembering that it was not me but God in me.
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