Don't grow weary of running the race!
Right now I'm feeling a little frustrated with my relationship with God. I feel like I've let a lot of filler into my life, and am lacking the motivation to live up to the standard to which he has called me. I'm not despairing -- I have peace in the midst of it all -- rather thinking out loud.
I had this funny picture this morning of myself as a five year-old. Maybe six or seven. I played soccer for a couple of seasons at that age, and whenever I would get knocked over I would just lay there on the ground. Just lay there, and wait for the ref to blow the whistle. Sometimes I'd get substituted out, sometimes I'd get back up and play.
I'm not sure why I did that. I was never injured.
Perhaps I was tired. Maybe just bored. Probably I wasn't feeling engaged or motivated enough to contribute to the larger whole. Every time, it never was about the fall. It was about my attitude, and the fact that I simply did not care about what was going on around me.
Besides, my Dad was the coach. I knew he wouldn't be angry with me. That he would just ask me if I was alright, and encourage me to do my best. I was alright. But I wasn't doing my best.
It was a motivating image. I want to be doing my best. I want to care. I'm done laying in the grass. I want to stand up, grit my teeth and get back in the game. I want to press on toward something more, something better.
I had this funny picture this morning of myself as a five year-old. Maybe six or seven. I played soccer for a couple of seasons at that age, and whenever I would get knocked over I would just lay there on the ground. Just lay there, and wait for the ref to blow the whistle. Sometimes I'd get substituted out, sometimes I'd get back up and play.
I'm not sure why I did that. I was never injured.
Perhaps I was tired. Maybe just bored. Probably I wasn't feeling engaged or motivated enough to contribute to the larger whole. Every time, it never was about the fall. It was about my attitude, and the fact that I simply did not care about what was going on around me.
Besides, my Dad was the coach. I knew he wouldn't be angry with me. That he would just ask me if I was alright, and encourage me to do my best. I was alright. But I wasn't doing my best.
It was a motivating image. I want to be doing my best. I want to care. I'm done laying in the grass. I want to stand up, grit my teeth and get back in the game. I want to press on toward something more, something better.