Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Run and Not Grow Weary

Join my guest and sister in Christ, Wendy Coy as she shares about our seasons for running...I know I need God's strength to run and not grow weary. How about you?

 
My spiritual season changed that summer from dry and stagnant to my being flooded with opportunity and activity until my life spun out of control. I was more than exhausted, but I couldn’t stop.  No, I wouldn’t stop.

“I’m worn out,” I whined to my long-ago friend in her newly-acquired wheelchair, fully expecting either sympathy or a stern lecture. The sympathy I wanted; the lecture I would deflect. 

As only an eighty-year-old could, she slammed the door on my pity party. "That's good!" she said, jabbing her finger at my chin. "Huh?" My whimper slid down to my toes.  "You're BUSY. Do everything you can. Do it now, while you’re young and able.”  Funny, I wasn’t feeling young.  My menopausal body felt rather cranky, actually. 

“I’m old,” she persisted. “I can’t write, I can’t walk, I can’t do anything.  I help stuff envelopes now,” she sneered. “Envelopes!” Her finger jabbed again, lower and harder this time.  “Don’t worry about being tired. Now is the time to do as much as you can. Someday you won’t be able to.”

Dumbfounded, I nodded, swallowing hard. “Permission granted,” my heart screamed at my head, waving a huge banner, but my head still didn’t get it.

The seasons changed yet again, and another long, dry spell beat my willing hands into frustrated fists and crippled my eager heart. I waited for ten long, soul-deadening years. Finally, the door swung open on a new opportunity and I ran. No, I sprinted through that door. I pulled all-nighters, worked furiously, and I smiled.

There is a season to run; a time to dive into the deep end of the pool with one’s clothes on and swim furiously without stopping. This abandon isn’t politically correct.  This passion is not balanced.  Balance stifles, blinds and patronizes the heart’s running leap. There is no balance in the Kingdom. Rhythms of quiet and rest, joy and delight, restraint and energy, yes. But not balance. 

Jesus did not practice “balance.”  He taught until he had to run from the crowds to survive.  He healed “all who were ill” -- ALL. (Mt. 12:15, NIV). He went out to be with His Father and pray --all night. That is not balance, it is passion.  All-out whole-hearted running to the will of the Father, doing the delight of His heart and doing it with abandon.  He waited thirty years, but He ran like blazes for three.

 “They will run and not grow weary…” says Isaiah 40:31, after the waiting. There is a season.  If your heart draws you, and the pieces fall in place; if the door opens and you cannot be restrained; if the question comes and you must say yes, then run.  He who calls you says “Now!” It is your season to go “all-in,” to do the very thing you were created to do, to “leave no doubt,” and to burst through every door. 

Run, run my soul, and do not grow weary!
 
 
Wendy Coy is a worship leader, intercessor, prayer minister, teacher and writer — but primarily a lover of Jesus.  For more than 25 years, her passion has been to teach people to hear the voice of God, pray effectively, and minister the love and healing of Jesus. Wendy is the author of “Learning to Pray Like Jesus” (one woman’s journey to listening and healing prayer) and “Tough Stuff,” (an interactive healing discipleship curriculum for youth groups).  
Wendy and her husband Phil founded and direct innerACTS, equipping emerging leaders to minister effectively in prayer, worship and small groups.   At home in New England, she loves all things choral and music in general, contradances and Celtic bands, cooking, crafts, and creating community wherever she goes.
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5 comments:

susangilbertcollins said...

A really interesting, fresh perspective! Thank you. It resonates a little for me with something Grace Paley (I think) once said about writing and life, that there was no such thing as balance...

Wendy said...

Thanks, Susan! For me, on any given day when I think I am "balanced," I'm usually just over-correcting for yesterday's out-of-balance :-) It bothers me, but somehow it doesn't seem to bother God, fortunately!

Joy said...

As I read this, I'm sitting with my mom. She's in a wheelchair and dementia is stealing her from us. Every now and then she tells me - do it now. I ask her, do what? She says, do it. The thing you do best. Your post is timely and encouraging - thank you!

Jeanne Doyon said...

Susan,
I, too enjoyed this fresh slant on balance and running without getting weary. Often, I think we are weary by doing the things we deem priority, not the kingdom things God is asking of us.
My thoughts have been hovering over this idea that I may only have ten years left to live--how am I going to spend them??
Interesting perspective for sure.

Jeanne Doyon said...

Joy, I love your mom's words: Do the thing you do best. Is that just like the words of God saying, use your gift to edify the body....
Wow!