For everything that is taken from us, there is something given — but only for those who have eyes to look for it.
Like many of you, I am in a season of takeaway. People I have loved have passed on, relationships I trusted have been questioned, personal freedoms taken away, and so on and so on. I managed these losses by tying on my running shoes and hitting the pavement. It is a remedy that I would recommend for everyone.
But then, Iowa’s 1/2 marathon knee injury caught up with me and I found myself feeling grounded. Punished. A mile or two of hobbling each attempt at a decent run made my heart feel heavier and heavier. Did I do something wrong? Why would my “healthy” way of dealing with grief be taken from me? It just hurt – physically and emotionally.
“God doesn’t waste a hurt,” Craig Groeschel said in a sermon a few months ago. At that time, the statement resonated with me, and I even shared it with several of my friends going through emotional wars. But it became a 3-D statement when I had to walk it out and believe it for myself. My running was taken, for a really short season compared to many, but a clear vision was given. My eyes were open to tackling heartache head-on with authenticity.
Running is a beautiful gift, but running can only cover or medicate some of our deepest hurts. Don’t get me wrong, I am thrilled to be back on the trail and running again, but this time I am running with resolve. God didn’t waste my hurt. He helped me to address the season of takeaways and reminded me that with Him there is always blessings. Sometimes the best thing that can be given to us is a new way to view our life.
So, run, or run me not, my reality is the same – a reality of hope.
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