Wednesday, November 4, 2015
Taylor asked to join the running club at school. Well, actually, the running club coordinator asked her to join. Of course, the coordinator is a dear friend of ours and Taylor said, “Yes.” We really tried to coax her out of it. The club meets at 7:00 a.m. on Fridays. Taylor HATES mornings. They run about 2 miles. Taylor HATES running. In fact, she hates it so much she brags about getting out of running the mile at school each week when she has extra math to work on during P.E. class. Oh, and I had to be her partner the first two weeks. I am NOT a runner!
So here we are. The issue…there is the running club, and there are Taylor and me running in our own club right now. The first week we only saw the club for the warm up and passing us on their way BACK to the school. We have some crazy work to do.
The funny thing is, I am beginning to LOVE to work we have to do. I get to run with Taylor at least once a week…we’re actually trying to get in 1-3 times a week so we can make it into the actual club some day. We’re also giving ourselves a goal of entering a 5K before February. We have an app that helps us keep a steady pace of run/walking. I am loving the prayer time we get during our runs. I am loving the singing time I get while on our runs. (Taylor literally begs me to stop singing which makes me want to sing even more and louder! But, since she is a preteen, I do stop.) I am loving being outdoors and enjoying the fresh air. What I am not loving is having to drag Taylor along while hearing, “I hate this. I am going to die. I can’t do it anymore.” At times, she is literally, pulling me down on the shoulder or digging her heels in while I am trying to pull her along. We have a time to beat for goodness’ sake! Then we get home, and she’s loving it again, proud of what she’s accomplished.
Of course, I think of Jesus in these moments. I have to laugh when I look at myself and see Him dragging me along. I feel we’ve been in a tough spot for a while now. In fact, it feels like a squall. I have finally given in. I am tired of hanging on to the life preserver and have pictured Jesus literally holding me up instead of me hanging on. I imagine as Taylor and I run together…I’m saying, “Come on, Taylor, we can do this.” Jesus is saying, “Come on, Kim, I’ve got you. We can do this.”
I say, “Taylor, just a few more steps and we can walk.” Jesus saying, “Kim, just a little while longer, then you can walk.”
Taylor loves to let go of me for some freedom. Then she starts swaying and running towards obstacles of all kinds. I love to let go of God at times. I start swaying and run toward obstacles of all kinds. “Taylor,” I say, “hang on. We got this!” Jesus says, “Hang on, Kim. We got this!”