"prove to me your strength"

Yesterday I was having one of those days where nothing goes right.

Work was more than a task, my lawn mower wouldn't cut grass, my shoes hurt my feet, owning a house is too much for me, and daily my dog won't stop jumping and biting at me; all together it was frustrating. I was tired, and feeling awful. I had to miss the run I had been looking forward to all day because I didn't have enough time.

I was about to lose my cool. Or maybe I already had.

Finally I took a minute to ask myself why I was allowing such petty things to get me down. This isn't me, nor who I want to become. I was being ridiculous. What do I need?

I decided I had better go for a run, and deal with these other things when I get back. The lawn, the laundry and the dishes will be there when I get back. When I run I can clear my head and talk with God, unload my problems on Him. It's quiet. It sets me free.

...

Five minutes into my run I fell flat on my face. I have no idea what happened. I figure I tripped and decided my day wasn't crappy enough so why not just fall down? Thankfully only the left half of me took the beating, and my shoulder and hip bone stopped me from face planting. I really thought I would have cried in this situation, but I laid there face down in the dirt just long enough to laugh about it. I wasn't completely laughing though, Luna was jumping on me and licking my face all while stirring up more dirt for me to eat. But, nonetheless, I was laughing.

At this point all I could do was stand up, brush myself off, and look up and ask, "Why?" He replied, "Prove to me your strength."

And off I went.

Each time we fall, we just have to get back up again and ask, "Why?" and wait for His answer.

I am glad I fell. Enjoy your chaos.
-kels