It’s been a few weeks since but I did it. I biked 220 KM over the course of two days and in a time much faster than I ever imagined I could. I had the support of friends and family behind me pushing me through. But the big motivator was my faith. What was I doing this for? Why was I pushing my physical limits? I asked myself that after the first day and came to a conclusion, PRIDE. I was doing it for pride I wanted everyone who had supported me to be proud and even those who hadn’t. I wanted people to look at me and know I had accomplished something great for a great cause. I wanted it for pride in myself so I could feel good about me and my physical abilities.
When I sat down and realized this I felt guilty. There’s more to life than looks and how other people view me. But maybe I could turn this around maybe this didn’t have to be about me. All eyes were on me so why not take advantage. What happened next was amazing.
Day two arrived and it was super cold that morning and I was tired but I got on my bike at the front of the pack ready to go when they released us onto the course, and I prayed. I prayed for good weather, for strength to endure and for my fellow bikers. I had no way to communicate with many of them or tell them the good news of Jesus. I wasn’t advertising my faith with a cross or emblem on my shirt but I could pray and so I did. From start to finish I prayed, and I sang worship to myself and made it through. I saw results of my prayer in myself by being able to endure and bike even faster on day two than I had on day one. I saw prayer answered in my recovery time after the race and safety during the race. The result I did not see was my prayer for those around me. Were any of them moved by God in some way would anyone ever even know I prayed. I still don’t know the answer to this question but I have faith.
God provides always and many things we pray and ask for are answered in ways we can’t even imagine and ways we will never see. My prayers were definitely heard, and they were certainly answered, the result and reward are for God alone. I give him all the glory for the success on my ride and I continue to pray that he will push my ego and my pride out of the way to let him have the glory in all I do.
I want to make a difference, I want to share God’s love. I’m not loud and proud about my faith, and I’m certainly not perfect in my actions and attitudes but I’m learning. and I will continue to pray and give him the glory in everything.
At church we are working through a teaching series called “Running By Faith” I got the title for this post based on that. It’s a reminder that we are all running a race whether literally of figuratively. Some of us try and run on our own strength and become angry and upset when we fail and others of us run by faith. God is my strength and he will always be there as a help and guide. He knows what’s best for me and I choose to follow the path he has for me and not the path I had chosen for myself.
I encourage all who are interested to check out the sermons on this matter as they are a powerful declaration of how we ought to be living and what it means to be faithful.
What I love is it doesn’t mean I have to be perfect because I am far from it, but it means I have a Heavenly Father who loves me no matter what and wants what’s best for me and will guide me if I let him.
Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see. 2 This is what the ancients were commended for.
3 By faith we understand that the universe was formed at God’s command, so that what is seen was not made out of what was visible.