I love Peter's experience of walking on the roaring sea with Jesus. But the thing is, Peter's story is often misunderstood. Do you have a step you need to take?
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My feet shuffled against the wet, break-of-dawn darkened concrete. Running this early in the morning shatters every single code in the “Laws of Perfect Motherhood” playbook However, my heart yearned for time alone to process the whirlwind of life’s daily dilemmas. I desperately needed to be out of the reach of little-boy peanut-butter-smeared fingers. My mind was begging to be set free from the constant demands of simply being needed. I craved to jog quietly in the darkness, smiling and free just to be unguarded for a little while.
My quest for solitude required preparation and planning. For me, this meant pushing myself out of my warm, cozy bed at “five-dark-thirty” in the morning. This was the only time of day that my household was almost completely silent, besides the occasional interruption of a snore. My husband enjoyed sleeping through his time on duty, but the boys were experts at awakening him at a moment’s notice when needed.
To ensure complete tranquility, I would run outside, kissed gently by the moonlight. On this morning run, my face was drenched not with sweat, but plastered thick in drops of rain. My mind fought back the notion to return home. No, this was my time away. I would rather return soaked and heart-softened than stay home and start my day empty. I needed more of me to give to those that deserved me the most. Daily I ran away from the home I loved. Every morning I ran straight into the arms of God.
As the drops of rain began to weigh down my face, I lost my focus. I began to feel the pressure of the realities of life circling around me.
Our 7 year-old was repeating kindergarten for the second year. God, was this my fault? Did I fail him?
Our 5 year-old child was in a special preschool class assisting him with his speech delay. God, I don’t know how to help him. Do we have him in the right place?
Our 2 year-old was not talking at all and the wrestling match to keep his hearing-aids in was a losing battle for me every single day. God, don’t you see how hard I’m trying? Am I failing him?
I often caught myself wondering if it would ever stop raining in my life.
As my heart raced, my thoughts poured out into the grace-filled hands of my Abba Father. My jogging trail would wind through slight hills as my conversation with God continued without ceasing. My tears of frustration mixed with the drops of the storm showering over me. My pain, my thoughts and my cries all had a safe place to rest here, in His hands, under His stars, soothed by His raindrops. This was my worship. This was no ordinary sanctuary.
As I ended my run, my head dropped to my knees simply trying to catch my breath. My heart softened as I felt God say, “Bethany, stop and look up.” My jogging path routinely ends at the beginning of our street, overlooking a small man-made lake. As my eyes cleared past my tears of desperation, the light of a bright pink sunrise kissed my face. As the rays of dawn cast their gentle glow on my skin, I felt God’s presence hold me perfectly still. In that moment, I felt completely heard, seen for who He created me to be, and incredibly loved. I am a wife and a mom, but I am His first. I run for Him to fill me. My path may change, but His presence makes my heart beat.
I returned home that day emptied of my pride and filled with His love.
The fast-paced relay of motherhood can lead me through storms that feel like they will never end. My storms take the shape of educational concerns, speech delays and hearing-aids that never seem to aid my child as intended. As soon as one rain cloud seems to move on, a new lightning bolt dances across the sky. My boys grow a year older. School topics change. My child jumps from a speech delay to talking too much in class. My aided child’s biggest struggle is his own selective hearing. It’s painfully easy for me to feel like I am alone, soaked in the storm and misunderstood. The truth is, every storm has an end. Every journey has a home. No runner travels alone. God will meet you through each puddle you find and each tear He catches mixed with raindrops. Momma, you are going to be okay. You will get through this. Your sunrise is coming, brave friend. Always know you have a place to dance under the stars and embrace His sunrise. Don’t quit running into His arms.
Where do you go to encounter God? I’d love to hear more about your quiet place!
As always, dare to do more than just survive, step out and THRIVE!
Hello and welcome to Step Out And Thrive Ministries! My name is Bethany Boring and I am proud to be called a child of God before any other title or role. I am a mom to 3 amazing boys. I enjoy writing for this Step Out And Thrive community and walking with you as we venture through the ups and downs of life together. I am an ICF trained Certified Professional Christian Life Coach (Christian Coach Institute Graduate), Motivational and Inspirational Speaker, mentor, Certified Human Behavioral Consultant (DISC Personality) and an author. As always - dare to do more than just survive, step out and thrive!
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