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What He Does |
| Last week I started jogging again for real, as in four or five miles at a crack. Of course, since I’ve just started back up, I walk nearly as much as I jog, but that isn’t the point. The point is, I love it. It is great to pound along, feel the wind on my face, and come home all–over tired, and ready for bed. What a great life! But it’s been over two years since I’ve done much jogging at all. Some of that time I just felt too weary to attempt it. Other times I had such bad cramps in one of my calves that I wasn’t able to jog for more than twenty steps at a time–which was not fun. The desire to jog was only a memory. Then, one evening, something happened. I don’t know what it was. But I put on my shoes and took off on a route that I knew would be about five miles. It didn’t matter to me that my lungs couldn’t handle it. When I ran out of breath or strength, I walked for a while. The next evening was not quite so pleasant. I experienced some cramping. That wasn’t going to stop me, either. I walked until the cramps went away, and then jogged some more. Something had happened inside of me. God had done something in me. He did it. But He did not put my jogging shoes on my feet. He did not open the door for me and shove me outside. So this evening, out of the blue I remembered a song I wrote years ago: You give me strength to run;
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