The Bible says, “Keep on asking, and you will receive what you ask for. Keep on seeking, and you will find. Keep on knocking, and the door will be opened to you.” Matthew 7:7 (NLT)
I have been asking for, seeking, and knocking on the door of strength. Every day that I wake up I find I need a new infilling of strength from the Holy Spirit.
So each day I keep on asking, keep on seeking, keep on knocking. Every day, God gives me what I need. Not always what I think I need, but certainly what He knows I need.
Toward the end of 2015, after multiple blows to my physical, mental, and emotional strength, I said, “God, show me your strength in me. Show me please, because Lord I’m tired and weak. I don’t feel like I have anymore to give to this journey that you’ve called me to take.”
In true God fashion, he answered my prayer in a way that was real and true for me. He said, “You’re going to run.” For those who don’t know, I am a runner. I LOVE to run. When I am stressed I run. When I am happy, I run. When I am bored, I run. I love to run. The beginning part of my pregnancy did not allow me the physical strength to run at all. Most days I couldn’t get out of the bed without quickly leaning on a wall for support. So, when God said I was going to run I was thrilled, but a bit skeptical. “Lord, I have not run in months. I’ve lost weight, muscle mass, and now I have a belly.” Because He’s God He wasn’t trying to hear any of that! LOL I love God! 🙂 He had me listen to a sermon entitled Facing a Red Sea Challenge by Priscilla Shirer. He also brought my attention to Olympian Alysia Montano, who ran the 800m dash at 8 months pregnant.
So, it was decided. I would run a 5k at 8 months pregnant. As I trained for this race, there were days my hips hurt so badly afterward that I doubted I would actually be able to do it. There were days when people told me I was crazy for running a 5k. Understandably people were concerned for the health and safety of the me and the baby.
There were also so many people encouraging me. Cheering me all along the way. There were people that were inspired by a strength that God placed inside of me to keep running each week until race day. I believe God placed these people in my ear to keep me going, keep me accountable.
So, a few weeks ago I ran the Valentine’s Day 5k. I was 31 weeks pregnant, just hitting 8 months. I ran and kept running until I crossed that finish line after about 45 minutes!
Now, I have to be honest. Even after training for weeks. Even with my excitement running high, the race wasn’t easy. I had to press into a deep down strength that was placed in me by God. I had to listen to the encouraging words of my husband as he ran beside me. I had to trust the word God had given me. I had to keep going. I had to keep going. Even on race day, walking in the moment of promise, I had to lean even more on the strength of God because it’s often right there that the Enemy would love to steal your confidence, your joy, your hope.
When I got home that afternoon. My son screamed, “Mommy, Mommy did you win the race?!” I said,”Yes, Jace I did win the race.” He looked over at his babysitter and said, beaming from ear to ear, “My Mommy won the race!” My heart erupted in a thousand praises.
I went upstairs to sit in quiet reflection for a few moments and broke down crying. I cried tears of joy and awe. I cried tears of thanksgiving and renewal. I was amazed at God’s love for me. Me. I was amazed at how He uses everything to heal, restore, encourage, and inspire. I imagine Moses felt this type of overwhelming amazement after God showed him His glory.
God knows what we need. He will take care. On days like today, when I ask for strength, as I struggle through unbelief, I am reminded of God’s love, God’s faithfulness, God’s strength placed in me.
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