Chris explains how an injury forced her to slow down and really appreciate God's beauty in all His works.
When I was in the army, I was a long distance runner. I stubbornly chose to do better than anyone else on the physical fitness test, beating most of the men in the unit on the two-mile run. Honestly, I was an animal. I ran every competitive race: five K, ten K, half marathon, the All-Army ten miler and even the Marine Corps Marathon. I enjoyed the rush of it all; the power in my legs and passing the guys in front of me was thrilling.
My attitude toward Scripture reading was the same. I would buzz through the chapters because the “Do It In A Year Race" was relegated to the Spiritual fittest. I used the One Year Bible to keep me on track powering my way through the God’s creation in January and flying through the panorama of God’s revelations in December. I would leave full, but not fulfilled.
When my doctor announced I would never run again because of knee injury, I was heartbroken. “You mean I have to walk? Walking is for wimps!”
I walked, but I hated it at first. In the slowness, I began to see things differently. I began to experience things on a whole new level. I saw the bright redness of a cardinal. I felt the sweet caress of the wind in my hair. I stopped to watch a yellow butterfly flit from flower to flower taunting me with her “don’t you wish you were me” look. Walking awakened in me the reality of beautiful world.
This new look on life progressed into my Spiritual way of thinking. I started walking slowly through Scripture. I accepted God’s Word carefully, leisurely with a heart of expectation because I miss the whispered words of wisdom. Not just eating the Word but being infused by it. It wasn’t gobbled, but savored. No guzzling; for now I was drinking deeply of cool clear water. No longer touching God's Word, but holding it close to my heart. I dug deep shovel-by-shovel until the hidden treasure surfaced.
My Spiritual senses matured as I approached Him unhurriedly, prayerfully and intentionally wanting to know Him.
We walked together talking about Abraham, Sarah and the foolishness of Lot. I watched in amazement as Jesus showed me how He walked on the water, made the stormy waters a comforting calm and turned that water into wine. I lifted up my heart in praise with the Psalmist and accepted Wisdom’s hand in Proverbs.
I can’t explain it, but His lessons were sweeter, His knowledge extra powerful and I handled His correction with grace and not guilt. My eyes opened, my ears unclogged, my mind clear and my soul touched. I'm left with just the right amount of nourishment – not full but filled.
Sometimes I miss a step or two—stumbling in the ebb and flow of life. But I keep returning to His faithful presence. I don't get frustrated, but leave where I left off. It’s no longer a race but a walk. God’s not disappointed in me. He’s doing a work in me to do His perfect, pleasing and perfect will. A yielded heart is a beautiful thing. We are walking together and it is sweet, personal and intimate. We’re going to finish this walk hand in hand.
If you were to ask me, “Chris, is it possible to walk with God today?” I would say “YES! He makes it possible through the miracle of His Word.” I’m walking with Him one step at a time until we meet face-to-face.
Come with me as He turns my eyes to Proverbs 3:1-6 speaking whispered words of wisdom in my ear:
“My daughter, do not forget my teaching, but keep my commands in your heart, for they will prolong your life many years and bring prosperity.
Let love and faithfulness never leave you; bind them around your neck, write them on the tablet of your heart. Then you will win favor and a good name in the sight of God and man.
Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge Him and He will make your paths straight.”