Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Pants

Been thinking about my pants. You see I have this pair of pants that I love. They are an old Fila yoga pant...navy (although faded) They were a hand me down....from who, I don't remember...all I know, is that they are a little piece of Heaven, in the form of pants. And so I have continued to wear them these past 9 months....in that time, I have lost weight....they still do right by me. Soft and stretchy....great pants. Oh pants, how I love thee.
And so imagine my horrific realization, as the other day, I wore them out for my evening walk. Now to be honest, they weren't fresh out of the dryer, so they were already a bit loosened. I walked a few steps.....and had to pull up my pants....I walked a few more.....had to pull them up again. My heart started to sink, oh my pants, don't fail me now. And so, for 45 minutes I walked, yanking my pants up every few feet. It was a desperate attempt at a work out that day....a waste really. I was not effective in my goal ....I struggled.
And as I neared home...I started to laugh, as I recalled these verses.
"Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us. Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before him 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 sinful men, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart." (Hebrews 12:1-3)

Now I am not saying that my pants are sin....but sometimes we allow things that we love, to hinder us from running the race. Sometimes we allow ourselves to remain comfortable and therefore do not persevere in the race running. Now I am not saying either, that on Kingsmere Blvd, I took off my pants and was able to get home faster......but its just something to think about....to chew on.
What is hindering you...from running the race marked out for us? For me, it was my own dreams and desires....they were not bad....but they were getting in the way of the race....and I definitely have to be careful with them....not to put them on again...in a  pinch...in a moment where I desire familiar comfort.
Every day is the choice to run with perseverance and to throw off anything that hinders. Everyday is a choice, to not stay in a rut, or your comfort zone, or your stubbornness. Every day is a choice. Run the race.

1 comment:

  1. Thanks Robyn, you got my wheels turning...I needed to hear that. :) Oh, and I also had a little giggle while imagining you running down the street, freeing yourself of your pants.

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