Pat and I went running yesterday. We were still at my parent’s house and so we had to run down the hill. Which means we had to run back up it.
If you don’t remember the hill, you should read this post.
Pat almost didn’t come with, but I’m so glad he did. Even though we didn’t talk much (ya know, cause we couldn’t breath), it was almost enjoyable having him along. As enjoyable as running could be. At one point I said it was fun.
Missy: Well, maybe not fun. But you certainly make it endurable.
Pat: Is endurable a word?
Missy: If it’s not, it is now.
We of course didn’t run all the way up the hill. We ran and then walked and then
ran jogged and then walked and then ran fast walked and then walked the rest of the way home. But even through pain and numb feet and knees throbbing and shoulders aching, it was endurable. Because he was along for the ride.
How true is that of our walk with Jesus.
Sometimes the road is long. Tiresome. Takes our breath away.
But Jesus is there the entire way, walking (running) beside us. Sometimes ahead of us, showing us the way. Sometimes behind us, giving us the encouragement (push) we need. Always with us.
He makes the way endurable. And I’m so thankful.
…And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith. For the joy set before him he endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. Consider him who endured such opposition from sinners, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart. Hebrews 12:2-3