Between Monday and this morning, I’ve learned a lot about action and how to get there. On Monday, I was in tears because I had the “desire” to jog but not the “willingness” to do so. On Tuesday, I wrote about it and wondered what would happen. This morning, I took the first step.
First, let me back up: last night, I went to Red Seal, and when Maria Sainz prayed over me, she said, “Your devotional time is going to be different…” I KNEW right away what God meant: I’d be jogging. Just to prove Him wrong, I stayed up extra late (to subconsciously miss the alarm). It didn’t work. Even though I went to bed at one in the morning, I woke up with the desire and the willingness to jog at five.
As I stepped outside, I saw this brilliant moon surrounded by stars. Immediately, my heart started a poem (which I’ll write later). I thanked God and started jogging. About a block into it, I realized I forgot my water, turned back around for it and started again. Let me tell you, the whole jog was an amazing time with God.
Although it was dark, I wasn’t afraid. I love that! I looked at the moon, and about two inches (measured by my hand) under it was the brightest star ever. I imagined the moon being God and the star being me and enjoyed every minute of it.
My route plan included the Lemon Grove Trolley Depot, in case anyone was there who needed prayer. As I arrived, I realized no one was out and continued on my way.
As I reached Home Depot, I thought of all the Mexicans who wait on the outskirts, looking for work and began declaring Jesus and fire in Spanish. As I neared the light, I saw three men, sitting, waiting, hoping to find work, so I stopped to talk with them.
Their names were Martin (Mar-teen), Martin (same), and Jesus (Hay-zues). They shared their broken English. I shared my broken Spanish. We all laughed together, and I prayed for them. They said any time I see them to stop, and they’ll teach me more Spanish. It was awesome.
I continued on, just thanking God and learned very quickly that you go farther faster by jogging, so I only walked a few moments here and there. Near the end, though, I was tired, and when I realized I only had like two and a half blocks to go, I started walking, and God said, “This is when you’re supposed to push yourself,” so I did and jogged.
As I turned down my street, I saw a man digging through the recycling containers that were lined up for trash day. I stopped to talk with him a bit and pray for him. His name was Shawn.
I’m so glad God woke me to go jogging, and I’m super glad I obeyed. I WILL do this triathlon, and I’ll do my best! There’re a few things God reminded me about on this jog, and one of them was “nothing is impossible for me.” I love Him, love His word, and love becoming love and loving others.
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