Start I am batman. I reek of bananas, Nike Dri Fit and promise. Six months ago I had no desire to even walk one mile but now? Now I feel like someone liquified the Beastie Boys and fed them to me through an IV. Let's do this.
Mile 1 It's still dark, people are cheering like crazy and clothes are hitting the ground at a rate so fast you think the Rapture happened. You giggle and say "one down, 25 to go!"
1.5 Fluid Station Flasks are full so you don't stop, but you stare because you can't believe everyone just throws the cups on the ground like that!
Mile 2 You might need to retie your shoes. Why is your belt bouncing like that? When should you GU? (Mental math as you attempt to calculate how long those 6:00a bananas will stay in effect) Take one just to be safe.. You brought like, 15. Hold the wrapper so border patrol doesn't tackle you for littering. Smile, they have guns
Mile 3 Almost a 5K! That was easy! You should do the Color Run or something! Wow..the sunrise …
There is a candlelit corner of my heart that has been awakened. Much like how a gust of wind sweeps through a campsite and fuels the fire, this part of me has been illuminated. For too long it has felt like a dusty curio cabinet in the back of my mind, a relic of who I used to be. But for a brief moment I rediscovered it, and it stirred me up something good...
It’s the creative part of me, the Picasso part of me. It’s where all of my heartbeats and spirit flutters become personified. It’s where my aura resembles fresh spun pink cotton candy at the opening weekend of the State Fair, and where I am invincible in every sense of the word. There were days where I was so consumed and in tune with this part of me that when I hopped out of bed and stretched out my arms, the devil himself was frightened. Today, I caught a glimpse of that long lost sweet spot in my mind. As I was snooping around in the intellectual parts of my brain, turning rigid white corners, and wiping smudges off…
It's been said, and I've been offended by it -- that snarky jab by people saying: "Jesus is a crutch." while I've barked back and stood firm on what strong faith I have -- such an oh-so-righteous and unshakeable faith -- I realized, maybe He is.
Maybe He is something I lean on, and carry around in order to keep me steady.
Maybe He is a name I call on when I don't have the answer.
Maybe He is a tool I use to appear like I have it all together.
///// I'm accepting this revelation, but rather than thinking that I've been just been leaning on a Savior, I actually feel like I haven't been doing His Grace any justice at all.
Because, if we're gonna go there and say my Lord is a crutch, then let's go all the way there.