On this second day of Advent, let us rejoice in a God that keeps His promises to us, even if it means sacrificing His only Son.
His promises are true. ~ From shereadstruth.com
Wow! Day 2. What an awesome way to start. Promises.
When I woke on January 1, 2014, I did not know what to expect this year. Not one thing. I wondered what the year would hold. All I knew was this that God had told me that it was going to be an amazing year. What constitutes an amazing year? What exactly does "amazing" mean?
The Urban Dictionary defines "amazing" as Something that is so wonderful, it is hard to find the words to match. Something that makes your heart beat faster or your heart melt. Something that tops everything else, and always crosses your mind.
Hmmm....I would definitely describe this year as "amazing". It started off with hearing God tell me to do the Illinois Half Marathon and joining WBGL's Team Abolition International. Through that, I became a spokesperson for the team and my story was heard all over the WBGL radio broadcasting area. I also became WCIA (local TV station) Face of the Race. My story of the last half marathon and how I kiss my husband at the end of every race was broadcast. Through that I met new friends and reconnected with old friends. That in and of itself is amazing.
If that was all that happened this year, I would have counted myself blessed, but God had other plans for me. In August, my life radically changed. I heard a calling so deep that I really fought it. It is so difficult to fight God. I argued with Him. I bargained with Him. I even gave Him names of women who I thought were better at doing what I knew He called me to do. I cried many tears.
God was not going to listen to me. He was done playing games with me. I kept telling Him that I was a 40 year old white woman who was a bus driver. He didn't care. I kept telling Him that I was scared that I was going to mess it up. He told me that if I did it by myself that I was going to mess it up. Every time I backed away, He steamed rolled over me. He was done playing games with me. He was done with the immaturity that I was showing. In the process, He also showed maturity in my husband. He started opening my eyes to things in the Bible that I had read hundreds of times that now had new meaning to me. He was done playing games. My path. My purpose became clear. He even said "When I lay My Hand on you, no man will stop you. No man."
Me. Well, I am human. I do tend to break my promises. I tell God that I won't doubt Him or that I won't forget to know His ways are best. Then, something happens or someone says something and I start doubting what His plans and my purpose is. He just keeps on going. He just picks me up. He speaks to me. He tells me to stop acting like a child and move on. Yes, I have a healthy fear of God. His promises are true.
I remember that I have to say "yes" even when I am scared. I have to say "yes" even when I know that I will mess up if I do it all by myself. I have to say "yes" because God's ways are the best. His promises are true.
I remember to keep running the race set before me and that I am always second. Why? Because His promises are always true.
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