Think of it like a run.
You’re going, you’re going, you’re going. Somehow you’ve made it this far, and you’re pretty dang proud of that distance. And you’ve got so much more ahead of you! How cool.
As time passes you grow tired (naturally) and that distance doesn’t feel as motivating any more. Then - wait a second - how’d he get so fast? Why’d she pass me? Who are these people that understand keys to success better than I do?
You push harder (or, you slow down in exhaustion). You fight to keep up (or, you struggle not to give up). You lose your breath and hurt your feet (or, just feel weak). You can’t do this anymore. You can’t do this alone.
And then you glance behind you (or in front) and you feel a voice. You hear a comforting hand stretching out for you. You see the heart of someone who knows which pace you should take - which pace will ensure you regain fulfillment in the distance ahead.
Whether He’s in front of you or WAY behind, at a pace you’d been scared to push towards or one you’d felt too prideful to rest in, He seems to be strong - like He truthfully knows what to do. And best of all, He’s looking RIGHT at you and calling your name, asking why you won’t run with Him. Why won’t you free yourself from this fight?
So, you do. You slow down (or speed up). You obey the pace He’s smilingly waiting for you to pursue.
It’s a pace you haven’t felt comfortable with before because it’s not what the world has told you you’re meant to be okay with. It’s a pace that’s teaching you patience or a pace pushing you to persevere. It’s a pace that the Lord himself has designed with you in mind, and that He’s already run before. He loves you so much He’s willing to run it with you starting today, all the way to the finish.
Will you listen to that pace? Will you trust it? Are you okay with slowing down a bit - or pumping your arms harder than you ever have before? Do you believe it is a good and perfect pace that will lead you to LIFE?
The finish line isn’t for a while, friends. In fact it’s not even here on the ground. But that race is. That pace is. Maybe, it’s time to trust it.
Hi, I'm Chlo.
I've been writing and reading and all the storytelling things since I learned as a kid that if you fold and staple construction paper together, it sort of looks like a real book. I have always craved soul serving stories- ones that melt like butter in your mind as you hear your heart explained out loud.
This here is my home away from home. When I'm not exploring neighborhood coffeehouses, driving down the Pacific Coast (again), or loving on all my people - I'm probably here, with you. Come on in! Scroll around. I hope you feel less alone.