click here to open post Sep 19, 2011 | posted in Inspire, Personal | 17 comments

Life is simply tumultuous.

When I was younger, I had the impression that you’d grow up, struggle some and then you’d eventually reach this space that where all the struggles of your past would culminate in a life of simplicity and ease. This is not the case. Part of living in a fallen world, I suppose.

But if you look at it from a different angle, it all makes sense. And I really wouldn’t have it any other way.

We all know I love to run (post coming soon, cross my heart and hope I never, ever die). But the question that bears answering is this, WHY do I love to run? Do I love to run because it’s easy? Because I’m so good at it that long runs fly by in careless ease? No. I run because it’s hard. I run because when I finish a long stretch, I feel like I’ve accomplished something significant. I feel stronger. . .  because I am.

I run because then, when life hands me a heavy load to carry, as it inevitably and consistently will, I feel up to the challenge.

I don’t run because it’s fun, I run because of the type of person running has helped me become.

If life were easier, where would the sense of accomplishment live? When would we feel the joy of overcoming the impossible? How could we ever feel the elation of a job well done?

In short, if life were all my adolecent self thought it would be, how could I ever hope to become more like Him? And ultimately, that’s what it’s all about, right?

The beautiful promise is that no matter how hard it gets, and it will be unbearable (and often so), we are promised that our burdens will be made light as we put our faith in His love.