I don’t know about you, but I sometimes find myself
going through a time of wrestling with God over issues I thought were resolved
years ago about life, myself, and my beliefs.
This week, after many weeks of feeling distance
between myself and God, something finally broke within me. This breaking point caught me off guard.
Here’s what happened.
After a long sabbatical from my first love, running,
I decided it was time to see if I could still run. I ached for the familiarity and comfort running
has given me over the years.
Stay with me.
In the beginning, when I was a youth, running was
the venue with which I was most able to clearly hear my Father’s voice. I don’t know why, other than after the
natural rhythm of breathing ensued, my thoughts and attention would turn to
God; He in turn met me time and again on those pavement-pounding runs. Pain found the exit door from my soul, joy
was felt, tears were shed, and sometimes I would come to a dead halt from the sheer
intensity of God’s presence.
This week as I slipped through the front doors of my
new fitness club, I found my way upstairs to the indoor track. Anonymity never felt as wonderful as I turned
on my iPod and did what I have done thousands of times before: I ran.
Breathing found its rhythm, I found peace, and my
Father was ever present as He has been since the day I took my first run. Suddenly questions I had been wrestling with
for weeks found answers; my heart could all but contain the joy of the moment.
In the beginning, God was a friend to Adam and
Eve. He longs for friendship with us
too. In the beginning, David’s heart was
undivided toward God as a simple shepherd boy.
In the beginning, Saul chose to obey God but once he rejected God’s
word, God rejected him as king. As time
passed and different opportunities presented themselves to either serve God or serve self;
decisions had to be made. As life became
more complex, David and Saul often forgot the God they had known in the
beginning. Saul chose a path of self-sufficiency but David’s heart returned to
God.
In the beginning of a friendship, we are able to see
the beauty of another's life. In the
beginning of marriage, we believe in a happily ever after. In the beginning of
being a parent we believe in all the best for our children. In the beginning of our relationship with
God, we trust Him with childlike faith. Then
time passes, different opportunities present themselves, and we must make
a decision.
In the middle of life’s storms, it’s easy to forget
our starting points.
If you, like myself, have been struggling to find
answers to questions and don’t know where to turn—go back to the
beginning. Whatever you do that brings
your heart back to its first love, ushering you into the presence of your
Maker; do that thing. Hiking a mountain, lying by a river, sitting
in a deer stand, flying a plane, planting a garden; do that which you did in
the beginning and watch what happens.
Relationships will rekindle, love will remember its point
of commitment, dreams will refocus from blurry to clear, and hopes long forgotten
will be given new life.
In the beginning things made sense and life was
simple.
Because in the beginning there was God.
Stay the Course...
Sheila