Preface: If you haven’t caught on yet, I often express what I’m learning about God through metaphors. Many seem to enjoy it, so I’ll keep sharing them. One of my world race coaches insists that I write a book filled with them. Maybe someday, Keith. 😉
In the middle of a run this past week, I was reminded of the way my parents used to cheer for me during races in high school. For those of you who have never been to a cross county meet, when the starting gun goes off, 99% of the spectators all go to the same spots on the course that are easy to get to and don’t require running just as much as the racers. So in about 3 or 4 spots, the cheering was extremely loud, and the rest of the race was pretty quiet. But anyone as smart or as loving as my parents would study the map of the course and strategically plan where they would stand. When the race started, rather than following the rest of the spectators, they would find the quiet spots on the course, where they made sure I’d be able to hear them cheering for me. My favorite part though, was near the finish line, the loudest spot of the race, out of the hundreds of voices screaming, I could still pick my parents’ voices out. Always.
God looks at the maps of our lives the exact same way. He finds the quiet spots and says what He knows we need to hear. But what God wants more than anything else, is for His voice to be recognizable amongst the hundreds of others, for His words to mean the most when our legs are numb and when our lungs are out of breath.
My head has been bursting at the seams with thoughts of my own (not always kind) and the voice of the enemy (never kind). But it does not have to be this way!! The more time you spend with someone, the more recognizable their voice becomes, and I’m really enjoying His company.
ps. to my parents: I still hear your voices louder than any others. Thank you for being my biggest fans. <3
