Skip to main content

Two kinds of workouts



Spend your time and energy in training yourself for spiritual fitness. Physical exercise has some value, but spiritual exercise is much more important, for it promises a reward in both this life and the next. -1 Timothy 4:7b-8 NLT


I did some exercise with a friend at the gym today. We mostly chatted while we worked out, but we also stood by while the other strained and struggled to get a work out. Were we mean to each other? Was it cruel of my friend to not insist I get off the treadmill so I could rest? No, of course not. We were there to sweat and strain. We were there to encourage each other to sweat and strain so we could strengthen our bodies and hearts.

I also did some exercise with another Friend in the car on the way to drop off my kids at their dad's house. I chatted with Him, actually I mostly poured out all my complaints and fears on Him while I drove. He kindly listened. Then I used all the strength I had to push my fears and doubts aside and say, "You are my Provider Lord. Thank you in advance for supplying my needs." I heard in reply, "You just strengthened your faith Sheila." My Friend didn't lift the weight on me while I was driving. And He wasn't cruel in not taking away my struggle. Rather He was helping me get a little Christ-like muscle and some everlasting endurance.

I need to remember that in the days ahead. Physically, I need resistance and strain to gain strength and endurance. And spiritually I need struggles and hardship to grow strong and finish this race!

So many times I look at the Lord, who is my Friend, Coach and Personal Trainer, and accuse Him of cruelty for not getting rid of the resistance in my life. But now that I think about it, that's about as ridiculous as me looking at my friend at the gym today and saying, "You're so mean! How dare you let me sweat and strain like this! Don't you even care that I'm struggling here?"

It's easy to forget. At least for me, that my Lord is good. There is no evil in Him at all. When hardship and struggle, pain and sorrow come into my life He is there with me. He knows how far to let these things resist me so that I might grow strong. He knows when to say, "That's enough. This test has served its purpose. Your workout is done."

Oh, how I need to remember this!

*image from Art.com




So glad He found me ,

Isaiah 51:3

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

eyes on the Author- the every morning struggle to walk by faith

I don't wake up full of vision and motivation.  Actually, what motivates me most is the idea that my french press and single-origin coffee from Guatemala are just minutes away from awaking my senses with it's warm, toasty aroma.  And on those days when I get my stiff, puffy-eyed body out of bed and make my way to the cabinet to prep the press with my favorite coffee and find we're out, I feel great motivation to get dressed and drive to the local store so I can hurry up and get back home before too much time has passed and get my coffee going.

Basically, coffee motivates me to get up in the morning.

Mixed in the grogginess between eyes open and that first cup of coffee I remember who I am.

I am not my own.  I am a Christian.  The weight of meaning in that word falls on me like gravity on the fledgling attempts of a young eagle to fly every morning.

I feel myself falling.  Falling. Squawking out a cry, "Help!  Help Lord!  I am yours. Let me hear your loving kindness…

post anesthesia thoughts

(has nothing to do with the post, just a pretty pic i took a long time ago)
I'm not going to over think this post too much.  I had minor surgery today and am still feeling drunk on leftover anesthesia/fentanyl/percocet.  Consider yourself and the three other people reading this warned.
In the past few weeks I've been listening to podcasts from writers, reading articles about blogging and freelance writing, etc.  In one of those I was admonished to write something daily.  Be it a blog post, a journal entry, a poem... something.  Because writers don't just think about writing, they write.  I think my pastor said or wrote that once too.  It struck me then, and when I read this lady's article.  I am a writer.  Not a known writer.  Not the best writer.  But I enjoy writing and I just process life better when I'm writing.  But when I set out to write something, especially publicly, I sometimes step in the quicksand of self-analyzing and get stuck there.  And then I don&#…

An Unlikely 23 Years

Wedding Day- Sept.4, 1993
Connor's birthday- April 1, 2003
During our first separation and pregnancy with Ryland- November 2004
Seeking a new start in Arizona all together- October 2005
 Second separation March 2010
Still together on a desert trail- Spring 2015
Today has been a tough day, emotionally.

Twenty three years ago today I made a vow before God and about 100 family and friends to take James as my husband, to have and to hold from that day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, till death do us part.

Those are some serious promises.  Better, worse, richer and poorer, sickness and health have all been part of these 23 years.  Honestly, most of it has been hard.  We weren't a very likely match at 19 and 21.  He from the big city, me from a small town.  His dad a pharmacist, mine a log truck driver.  We met in a child development class, taking pre-reqs for nursing.  He hated it.  I loved it.  He had long hair and torn jeans and l…