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When I Just Don't Feel Like It

"So we keep on praying for you, asking our God to enable you to live a life worthy of His call. May He give you the power to accomplish all the good things your faith prompts you to do."
2 Thessalonians 1:11

Since I started this blog, I've tried to post every time that I run. After completing my first 5k last weekend, I took a few days to rest and to be honest, I wasn't all that excited about getting back to it. Although I've grown to love jogging, it was a little nice not having to go out in the heat and run! But, I fought the urge to  be lazy and got out on Wednesday night. I knew I had another race coming up and I was hoping to at least do a little better than the week before!

Even though I was tired, we ran pretty well on Wednesday night. We finished 3 miles in 32:25, with a pace of 10:46. But, it was painful! Even after dark, the humidity and heat were intense. It left me the tiniest bit discouraged because my next race was going to be a night race, and I was hoping I'd be able to do better! 

I have to admit, though, my spiritual life hasn't been the best this week. I know most people would think that my spiritual life has nothing to do with how well I run, but it actually has everything to do with how well I run.

I've been struggling with some things this week and instead of giving them to God, I've complained and basically let my frustration completely take over. I noticed how terrible my mood was on Thursday, and I know the only way to fix it is to give these feelings over to the Lord. I can't expect to be able to run without God. The only reason I was able to begin running in the first place is because of Him! 

I finished my second 5k last night, a glow run, with a time of 33:40, which was 53 seconds faster than my first 5k. I was proud, but most of all, I was proud of a dear friend who ran her first 5k ever, right alongside me! She did so well! 

But now that my race week is over, I'm reflecting on 2 Thessalonians 1:11, "So we keep on praying for you, asking our God to enable you to live a life worthy of His call. May He give you the power to accomplish all the good things your faith prompts you to do." Not only am I in prayer, I ask that anyone who reads this prays that I can stay focused, not on being a great runner, but on living a life worthy of God's call for my life. I pray that I can embrace the power He gives me to accomplish all of the things I'm convicted to do. I pray that I can lean on the Lord when I'm facing trouble, instead of giving in to my sinful nature. 

Lord, help me remember why I started running in the first place, and help me to keep pursuing a life as an ambassador for You, even when the enemy tells me otherwise. 




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