Day 13: For When You Just Plain Fail

Oct 13, 2014 | 31 Days, The Good Word

A big, smiling welcome to you! This post is part of a series I’m working my way through in the month of October, called Swim Your Own Race. If you’d like to start at the beginning (it is a very good place to start, after all) you can do so, right here. I hope you enjoy diving in!

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When I first started walking with Jesus, like truly involving Him in my life and aiming to follow His leading, there was one fact that got under my skin like no other.

I remember sitting over up a cup of coffee with a friend and mentor of mine, talking with her about how much I appreciated her counsel and advice in my life. I welcomed her advice and hoped she’d continue to help me follow Jesus wherever He would lead me. And I think these specific words probably came out of my mouth:

“I just don’t want to mess up.”

She looked at me, straight across those cups of coffee, and, knowing this would be tough for me to hear, very gently said, “You’re going to mess up.”

Oh, what a wrestling match of the soul that was for me to hear and receive those words!

I don’t like making mistakes. But let’s be honest — if we don’t like making mistakes, we might as well say we don’t like being human.

This is a challenging part of humanity – the truth that we are going to fall short.

But how do we handle the mistakes along the way as we continue to swim our own race?

In our family, we’ve taught our boys to apologize and to ask each other for forgiveness when they hurt one another. Although the apologies don’t always sound sincere, we encourage them to say what they’ve done wrong, and to say that they’re sorry. The other child is then supposed to say, “I forgive you.” After that, the matter should be done, they should both let it go, find a way to keep playing and move on. Tiger Tank usually says, “I forgiver you,” which we really enjoy hearing and the Hubs and I sometimes say to each other, too.

Often the first step in dealing with a big mistake is just apologizing. Sometimes this is the hardest part. Most of us don’t like making mistakes, and a lot of us don’t like admitting we’ve made a mistake when we do. After we apologize, we ask for forgiveness. It’s always up to someone else to decide whether or not to forgive, but if we are genuinely sincere in our apology and our request for forgiveness, we can rest knowing we’ve made our best effort to seek reconciliation.

When you’ve kicked over someone else’s Lego tower or unintentionally smacked their car with yours, the efforts at reconciliation usually need to continue into restoration. What can you do to make the situation right?

If we’re looking at situations from one human to another, the forgiveness process can be boiled down to a fairly simple number of steps. Although there are many situations where those steps are very hard to carry out.

But what about when we make a mistake and we feel like it’s the Lord we need to apologize to?

I shared the Message version of the encouragement from Hebrews 12: 1-3 the other day. Let’s look at it again here as we continue this conversation:

Do you see what this means—all these pioneers who blazed the way, all these veterans cheering us on? It means we’d better get on with it. Strip down, start running—and never quit! No extra spiritual fat, no parasitic sins. Keep your eyes on Jesus, who both began and finished this race we’re in. Study how he did it. Because he never lost sight of where he was headed—that exhilarating finish in and with God—he could put up with anything along the way: Cross, shame, whatever. And now he’s there, in the place of honor, right alongside God. When you find yourselves flagging in your faith, go over that story again, item by item, that long litany of hostility he plowed through. That will shoot adrenaline into your souls!

Jesus is the only human who ever lived a mistake-free life. He is an example for us to follow after. His was a race worth studying. Every ounce of His story is a place for encouragement for your own. Watch how He ran the race, and do likewise!

When our kids make a mistake that involves following (or not following) the instruction of their parents, we still follow the forgiveness process, but there are sometimes other consequences for disobedience.

And we, the humans who make mistakes and disobey a Holy God, deserve some pretty significant consequences. But at the end of that mistake-free life, Jesus endured the cross, and in doing so He endured the punishment that we deserve for our mistakes. It’s hard to put into words — and were all the books in a thousand libraries just on this one subject, they’d still fall short.

The gift of taking our place on the cross… What can we say? It is glorious.

Now here we are, 2,000 years later, still swimming our races and making our mistakes.

Is the forgiveness process in relation to our Creator similar to that with the people around us?

I believe so.

Thanks to Jesus, we can turn to God again and again each day, to bring before Him the places where we fall short, to sincerely say we’re sorry, and to ask for forgiveness. Sometimes He leads us to do something with restoration in mind, and we do well to listen and obey His leading.

We have a little “mantra” in our home when we ask our children to follow our directions. We often tell them to “ICE” it.

This means we’re asking them to obey Immediately (I), Completely (C), and Enthusiastically (E).

Oh, the world of trouble I’d never face if I would obey the Lord immediately, completely and enthusiastically!

But friends, we will fall short. We will miss the mark. We will make wrong choices and face consequences.

The gloriously good news is that your race doesn’t end just because you make a mistake. Jesus paid the way for you to keep swimming! He paid the way for you to pause on the journey, turn to an infinitely Holy God and humbly ask for forgiveness, and He paid the way for you to follow His example, not losing sight of the finish line you’re headed toward.

Even if you fall short today friends, be encouraged that you can continue to swim your own race. Even the greatest of mistakes does not disqualify you from the forgiveness Jesus paid for! Keep swimming your own race today… and let your mistakes be a place for His goodness to shine even brighter in you.

xCC

P.S. I might’ve made a mistake yesterday, in posting a video that may have caused offense because some of the dancing in it was less than wholesome. No one complained, but I felt a nudge to just swap that video out for one that should not be visually offensive. I hope you will forgive me if I offended you, and I hope you took the time to dance in your living room to celebrate God’s goodness. His grace is so good… we do all make mistakes!

Day 11: When It’s Hard to Look at One More Lap

Oct 11, 2014 | 31 Days, The Good Word

A big, smiling welcome to you! This post is part of a series I’m working my way through in the month of October, called Swim Your Own Race. If you’d like to start at the beginning (it is a very good place to start, after all) you can do so, right here. I hope you enjoy diving in!

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Funny thing I’d love to mention to you. Just a little while ago, I was looking at something I’d written down in my prayer journal, and I came across a prayer I’d written down early one morning this summer. The sun was shining through the trees, my garden was growing in the backyard, and I was awake and thankful and grateful, and full of things to praise the Lord for. Even though it was near my Dad’s birthday and I was missing him more than usual, still I felt the weight of all the gifts, and told the Lord I could only trust Him and smile at His goodness.

That was not this morning.

This morning I woke up wondering why the Tank had to get up at half past 11 for a drink of water, which meant shortly after I’d settled myself back into bed and nearly fallen asleep the Belle woke up and needed some juice and why didn’t we just get in bed at 8:30 last night and call it a day, I am tired.

(Nevermind that the Hubs had just gotten home and was having dinner at 8:30…)

Sometimes I look back on the days when I was in college, and I made good decisions about studying and exercising and resting (most of the time) and I didn’t have to get up particularly early most of the time. When I woke up in the morning, a big smile covered my face, my arms stretched toward the sky… it was what I’d imagine it looks like when a Disney princess wakes up in the morning. Birds singing, light streaming through the window, happy thoughts brimming over…

That was not this morning, either.

Poor Hero Hubs.

The truth is there are seasons when you are ready and excited to dive into the race for the day. Things seem to be going well, perhaps you’re excited about what’s happening in your life, and it’s easy to give thanks and find joy.

But then there are seasons where it is — literally or figuratively — painful, just to get out of bed. A struggle to schlep to the shower. Where you wonder how people survived before the advent of coffee.

Those are the laps in the pool that are hard to complete. Not impossible, but surely a challenge.

In the pool, facing a lap that you don’t feel ready to swim typically requires you to do a couple of simple things. First, maintain a careful awareness of your pace to make sure you’re not going at it too hard to finish the race, and second, stay focused on just completing the next stroke.

In high school, one of my best friends {Camden, the same friend from the anklet story} swam the 500 meter freestyle race. To help the swimmers keep track, we had these plastic boards where we could flip the numbers over. We plunged these into the pool with the number of laps completed (or remaining… I can’t remember) so that the swimmer in that lane could see where they were in their race and pace themselves accordingly.

Camden was skilled at pacing herself as a distance swimmer (unlike yours truly) but there were races where I could watch her, or some of the other swimmers in the pool, and see that it was a challenge just to get each arm up out of the pool and plunge it back in again.

If you’re in a season like this, it might be a good time to look at your pace. To ask questions about what you’re requiring of yourself and how you could do things differently to make sure you’re getting rest and taking care of yourself.

Once you’ve asked that question, know that sometimes these seasons are ordained by God. A swimmer working toward a quicker pace in the pool will train their body to handle a greater amount of challenge and resistance. A believer being trained to run their race with endurance will endure seasons of hardship and learn to lean more heavily on the Lord and His Spirit to see them through.

If you are in the midst of a season where you’re struggling just to get one arm out of the pool, know that there is a God who sees you in this circumstance. He is the Author and Perfecter of our faith, which means He can author something beautiful, even out of the hard places in our lives. The places where we just want to stop — we don’t want to swim another stroke.

Don’t let the big picture overwhelm you. Don’t allow a sense of fear, in questioning how long you’ll have to endure this particular season, trouble your heart.

The race happens one lap at a time. Life comes one day at a time.

Keep asking for, and giving thanks for, your daily bread.

Keep asking for, and giving thanks for, the strength and help you need to make it through this day.

You are not swimming next week’s race right now. You are here, and all you have to live is today.

Look for God’s goodness in this lap friends… I believe you’ll find it.

xCC

Day 10: Keeping Pace

Oct 10, 2014 | 31 Days, The Good Word

A big, smiling welcome to you! This post is part of a series I’m working my way through in the month of October, called Swim Your Own Race. If you’d like to start at the beginning (it is a very good place to start, after all) you can do so, right here. I hope you enjoy diving in!

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I once was in an outside lane, getting ready to swim a 100 meter freestyle. Now in case you’re not familiar with the sport of swimming, allow me to let you in on a few little details that are probably obvious, but still worth reviewing. First, your pace is pretty central to your race. Every swimmer has a different pace, and there’s a pace appropriate for every swimmer for every race. Better put, you cannot swim a 500 meter freestyle at the same pace that you swim a 50 meter freestyle. For the 50, you’re all-out-Michael-Phelps-sprinting with everything you’ve got. You are going for it as hard as you possibly can. Some swimmers don’t even take a breath on a 50 meter freestyle. They just go.

The 500 meter freestyle, on the other hand, is a different story. You will be making the trek from one end of the pool to the other over, and over, and over again. You’ll be counting the laps and you’ll be careful about your pace. You do NOT want to give out of gas.

Now back to the story. I once was in an outside lane — and even though this was ages ago, I can still picture it clearly. Being a bit of a ninnymuggins, I decided I’d try to keep pace with the girl in the lane next to me, though I did not know her from a bar of soap. Now the pools you see folks swimming in at the Olympics are 50 meters long. But the pools your average high school swimmer is hitting are 25 meters long. This means for a 50 meter race, you’ll swim down, flip turn, and swim back. And, in case you need a little help with your math, for a 100 meter race, you’ll swim down, come back, swim down, and come back once more.

So I started the race with an eye on the girl next to me. She could’ve been swimming for the Junior Olympics and I wouldn’t have known it. I started out on my 100 meter freestyle with a pace more like a 50. I was energetic, I was excited to make a good time, I was going for it.

At the first turn, I was still doing well. I felt good. The girl next to me was definitely getting ahead of me, but at least I would probably rock a faster time than usual. By the second flip turn, I realized I’d made a bit of a mistake, attempting a pace that I just couldn’t keep. I’d already slowed down my pace considerably, but my body was tired from practically sprinting the first 50 of the race. By the last flip turn, I was headed toward the home stretch grateful I was still swimming. My body wanted to stop and recover but I still had one length of the pool to go.

Every. stroke. was. hard.

Halfway through that last length, I felt like a grand piano was weighing me down. I imagined that onlookers probably thought I looked like somebody just learning to swim — my slow and sloppy strokes were the efforts of a kid who was almost giving out. I’m pretty sure I was the last to touch the wall on that race. I did not achieve my best time in a 100 meter freestyle that day. And I’m pretty sure the reason why is obvious to all of us. But to make sure you get the joy of learning from my rookie mistake, let’s still talk about it:

Pace is important.

Pace is essential.

You can’t race well without considering your pace.

And one more thought, before we dive into hashing this out:

Your pace will not be the same as anybody else’s.

Yesterday we talked about the goodness of Jesus, the Swimmer our glorious Head Coach sent as a substitute, to swim the perfect race we couldn’t swim. We also talked about the gloriously Good News that even though Jesus swam the perfect race for us, we still have the privilege, now reconciled to God, to swim our own race for His glory.

Now the story I’ve just told you has important implications out of the pool that are worth unpacking a bit more thoroughly.

First, your race is not going to look like anyone else’s. I was on the phone with a good friend yesterday, and she spoke about what her family had been up to, how they’d had a couple of busy weekends and she’d had a couple of busy days. She said she knew she needed to slow down and rest, because this pace was just too quick for her. “You probably think that sounds silly with all you have going on,” she commented. “That I need to slow down and rest and this is all I’ve been doing.”

But I was quick to reply: “The Lord knows our frame. He knows what we can handle. And we aren’t all supposed to run at the same pace.” There are seasons when your life feels like it’s moving forward at a crawl. But there are things for you to learn there. There is rest for you to prepare for other seasons of the journey. There is food for your soul in that stillness if you are willing to receive it.

There are other times when the pace changes. When you have children, it automatically begins to feel like the pace of your life has changed. Sitting at home with a newborn instead of being in a fast-paced work environment, you might feel like it has slowed down. Rushing two or three older children to and from school and to extra curricular activities, you might feel like children speed the pace up.

But how do we know what the right pace is for our life?

We live by the Spirit. 

There is another coach for us — intimately acquainted with all of our ways. In John 16, Jesus tells His disciples about the Holy Spirit.

But now I go away to Him who sent Me, and none of you asks Me, ‘Where are You going?’ But because I have said these things to you, sorrow has filled your heart. Nevertheless I tell you the truth. It is to your advantage that I go away; for if I do not go away, the Helper will not come to you; but if I depart, I will send Him to you.

Jesus went on to say:

I still have many things to say to you, but you cannot bear them now. However, when He, the Spirit of truth, has come, He will guide you into all truth; for He will not speak on His own authority, but whatever He hears He will speak; and He will tell you things to come.

So Jesus promised, after He swam the perfect race and returned to the Father, that He’d send a Helper to give us a clear understanding of truth, to help us swim our own race.

Our invitation to follow Christ is an invitation to walk with this Spirit. Through prayer, in worship, and in quietly listening to that still small voice revealing Truth to us, we can gently yield our lives to the leading of God. He can set the pace for us. He can show us how to walk through any and every season of the soul. Our story will not look like anyone else’s. Our pace will not be the same as anyone else’s.

We have a unique race to run that is precious to the Father. 

Sometimes the race is hard. Sometimes its hard to understand why very, very hard things happen. But do you remember our discussion from Day 2? We find the perfect peace for our race by keeping our minds firmly fixed on the God who can bless us with perfect peace if we TRUST Him.

If our minds are firmly fixed on God and our hearts are yielding to the Spirit, we will still experience hardship, but we will overcome.

And with God breathing life into us, the story of our race will be nothing short of glorious.

I’ll leave you with these thoughts from Paul, when He discussed this walk with the Spirit in his letter to the Galatians. {This is the Message version of Gal. 5:25-26}

Since this is the kind of life we have chosen, the life of the Spirit, let us make sure that we do not just hold it as an idea in our heads or a sentiment in our hearts, but work out its implications in every detail of our lives. That means we will not compare ourselves with each other as if one of us were better and another worse. We have far more interesting things to do with our lives. Each of us is an original.

Find your pace at the heart of God, friends.

xCC

Day 9: Disqualification

Oct 9, 2014 | 31 Days, The Good Word

A big, smiling welcome to you! This post is part of a series I’m working my way through in the month of October, called Swim Your Own Race. If you’d like to start at the beginning (it is a very good place to start, after all) you can do so, right here. I hope you enjoy diving in!

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It was the beginning of my senior year of high school. My tummy was full of anxious butterflies, every inch of me on high alert. It was the first swim meet of the season and I was pumped for my first race. I had a good position on the blocks, my long brown hair was stuffed up into the swim cap stretched round my head, my goggles on were on tight, and I was eager to take my first plunge of the meet.

I’d had a great summer. Full of the joy of being young and having a great group of friends. We’d made trips to the beach and visited our friends staying up in Manteo for the summer who’d graduated the year before. There were late nights and there was lots of laughter. On one of our beach trips, my best friend and I bought little matching anklets. I know, this BFF moment is starting to sound like a cheesy teen angst movie, so hold that thought, and let’s get back to the swim meet story.

I stepped up onto the block for the first race of my last season as a swimmer at Washington High School. An official standing behind the blocks immediately asked me to step back down. I’d completely forgotten about the little anklet around my ankle, and wearing jewelry of any sort was against the rules. I was disqualified from the race. I removed it quickly, and since the race hadn’t started yet, I asked if I could still participate. Unfortunately, the official held onto his position — I shouldn’t have stepped up onto the blocks with jewelry. I could not swim the race.

I was afraid my coach would be upset with me for this silly mistake, but I think he could see in my face that I was very disappointed, and that it had been an accident. He chose something positive to say instead, and I took a deep breath and decided to focus on the next race and just let it go. There’d be other meets and other opportunities to swim that event.

But missing out sure was a downer.

If our lives are just a blip on the timeline of eternity, but the race we’re swimming now determines our destiny when we arrive at the gates of eternity, then this race that we’re swimming has one central importance that outshines all the others: we need to swim a race that earns us a spot on the glorious podium of everlasting life. We live in a broken and fallen world, but at the end of it, there’s the hope of everlasting life. There’s the promised land on the other side, where there are no more tears, no more sorrow… there is just joy and peace and light and life everlasting in the presence of an everlasting, unchanging, incredible God. It is a place so perfect that no one who swims an imperfect race is allowed in.

And that’s where the problem lies. Yesterday we discussed the Head Coach who loves us and wants to help us make it through our race to glory. He created us and instilled in us the incredible gift of free will — meaning (among other things) He gave us the option of choosing whether or not to love Him back.

This is that problem, that important aspect of our race that we haven’t discussed yet: the fact that we’re all basically disqualified.

We fall short of the mark. We’re not able to swim a perfect race. So your Head Coach came up with a plan, one that was with Him at the beginning: Jesus.

Jesus dove into the murky waters of this world to swim a perfect race. While we were still practically drowning in a mess of sin and hurt and brokenness and pain, He came near, swam a perfect race by living a perfect life, and then chose to accept the suffering and punishment that would reconcile us to God, because we are incapable of doing it ourselves.

While we stood on the deck disqualified, Jesus dove in, perfectly qualified, to earn everlasting life and reconciliation, and a place in eternity.

No matter how hard we try, no matter how much we train, we would never be able to swim a race that would earn us a ticket to glory. So the Coach made a substitution, His race for yours. Jesus earned the qualification and freely hands it to you.

This truth might sometimes make us feel like we’re sitting the bench. We live in a competitive society where we value hard work, discipline and oh my goodness do we ever love our sports. The person on the bench doesn’t normally get much time in the limelight.

The best Good News is that Jesus swam the perfect race for you, but the story just keeps getting better. You are still invited to be a participant in the race that is your life. You aren’t supposed to sit on the sidelines and watch.

Jesus swam the perfect race for you, but you still have a race to swim. 

You can still swim a race that pleases your head coach, and still make decisions with your life that will echo in eternity. Jesus means so many things — He is so central to our understanding of the race we are in. We’ll continue the discussion of Jesus and our race tomorrow, but I want to leave you with these thoughts today. We’ve looked at these verses from Hebrews 12 already in this series, but let me leave you with these thoughts to slowly soak in today. This version of those precious words (Heb. 12: 1 – 3) is from The Message:

Do you see what this means—all these pioneers who blazed the way, all these veterans cheering us on? It means we’d better get on with it. Strip down, start running—and never quit! No extra spiritual fat, no parasitic sins. Keep your eyes on Jesus, who both began and finished this race we’re in. Study how he did it. Because he never lost sight of where he was headed—that exhilarating finish in and with God—he could put up with anything along the way: Cross, shame, whatever. And now he’s there, in the place of honor, right alongside God. When you find yourselves flagging in your faith, go over that story again, item by item, that long litany of hostility he plowed through. That will shoot adrenaline into your souls!

Swim wholeheartedly today, friends.

xCC

Day 8: The Head Coach for Your Race

Oct 8, 2014 | 31 Days, The Good Word

A big, smiling welcome to you! This post is part of a series I’m working my way through in the month of October, called Swim Your Own Race. If you’d like to start at the beginning (it is a very good place to start, after all) you can do so, right here.

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Yesterday the love the God of the universe has just for teeny, fleeting, rare, precious you was the topic of discussion. If you missed it, I hope you’ll go back and have a look, because His love for us is so central to our understanding our life as Christians and our interactions with Him.

Now let me tell you a little something that might be new about competitive swimming. When you first dive into the water to start a race, it is a great, great, feeling. Water whooshes past you on every side, and as you exhale that deep breath you’ve been holding since before the plunge, little bubbles surround you and dance their way toward your toes. All the noise from above the water is a distant murmur. You can almost feel alone. Peaceful. But you know there’s a race, and you’ve got to get started, so with a few underwater kicks, you’re up and as you take your first breath the rising noise is there to greet you.

In high school, our swim coach usually walked alongside the length of the pool with us as we raced. If he wanted us to pick up our pace, each time we took a breath he’d shout out this indiscriminate “Uhhht!” sound that would get a little faster and a little faster. He cheered us to victory and walked with us through defeat. His hand signals and facial expressions were enough to tell me how it was going.

Sometimes I think my life could use a coach, too.

Some days I feel like I’m barely making it through and the things on my to-do list are staring me in the face.

But an interesting thing happened a few weeks ago. It was my birthday, and I woke up in the morning, just happy and certain it was going to be a good day. The Hubs made a special breakfast for me and it was wonderful. I still had things to do around the house, and I still spent time homeschooling the Bear. My Mom came over with lunch and gifts, and it was wonderful and I was happy. There were still tasks on my to-do list, still things waiting for me to get done, but I realized I was deliberately choosing to enjoy the day, rather than to allow the things waiting for my attention to draw me away from enjoying the moment.

I tidied up around the house and a friend stopped by for a chat with a gift. Precious!! I made dinner for the children before the Hubs and I went out to dinner. My heart stayed joyfully present in all the special moments throughout the day. I decided I could only get so much done in 24 hours, and that would have to be good enough because it was my birthday.

But here’s the question. Is the 18th of September really so very different from the 19th?

Can I not find joy, can I not deliberately choose to enjoy a day — even if it’s not my birthday?

This is where having a Coach really comes in handy. They often help you to recognize your patterns – especially the not-so-good-ones.

In swimming, I once had the habit of slightly rotating sideways while doing a flip turn at the wall. While a slight rotation might not seem like a big deal, it was taking me longer than it could have to make that flip before pushing off the wall and continuing the race. Losing time in the pool is a problem. My coach saw this problem that I couldn’t really see for myself, pointed it out, and helped me work on correcting it.

In life, I have developed the pattern of waking up stressed. Instead of organizing tasks and reminding myself that I can only accomplish so much in 24 hours, I scurry around throughout the day, homeschooling and trying to get a few other things done during “independent work” moments, cooking and planning a menu and simultaneously trying to answer an email.

I’ve let the task list discourage me so much that I’m forgetting, I can choose to enjoy today.

What might my Coach say about this pattern? I discussed it with him and this is what I felt led to pray:

“Dear Lord, Some of these days I feel like I’m barely making it through. Help me to *remember Your goodness & faithfulness* and to let that perspective change the way I view my life. Your gifts are so good. Even with the challenge of settling my Dad’s estate lingering all these months later, I know this is according to Your purposes. Holy & Awesome God, help me to find perspective.”

This morning, I scurried outside long before the sun came up to catch a glimpse of the lunar eclipse. The “Blood Moon” was supposed to be a strange and interesting sight, and I wanted to see it. The moon had been out my back window, bright and bold the night before, but this morning, I searched the sky and couldn’t find it. I went out into the backyard and searched in every direction, until finally, just through the trees I saw a bright reddish brown light. As I backed up further and further, so my perspective changed, and above the trees, there was the “Blood Moon,” reddish brown, and eerily glowing.

It was there all along — but I would never have seen it if I hadn’t looked for the light, and changed my perspective.

I also would’ve missed this moment on the journey if I’d allowed the task list of the day to stop me from going outside.

The Father, God, is the one who welcomes the prodigal home with open arms. He gives us more than we believe we deserve, and sees us as intrinsically valuable — worthy of the gift of the life of His Son. He is the Coach that’s cheering us on, waiting for us at the finish. If we spend time with Him, while He is an almighty King, He can also be the Coach that comes alongside us, helps us to see our blindspots, wrong patterns, and incorrect perspectives.

When we find our way into His presence, He reminds us that He’s really the only one we need to worry about pleasing. We can choose to enjoy each day, not worried about how other people feel about our actions or decisions. If His heart is at the center of ours, we can be confident that we’re on the right track.

That moment when you first dive into the water and the bubbles surround you and the silence feels like a peaceful haven is full of a unique joy you often want to stay in. But you can get so focused in on the race — and focus is important — that you completely forget to enjoy the moments you spend racing. As you turn your head to the left or the right, every breath is a gift, as the air fills your lungs and empowers you to keep going.

There is joy at the beginning, but there is joy for the journey, too. Lean heavily on the Coach that can teach you to relax, to remember that life is not an emergency, and to enjoy the journey.

Enjoy your swim today, friends.

xCC

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There are LOTS of other writers doing #31Days this October, too! One of my favorites is my friend Amanda at Seriously. You can find more 31 Days series by visiting write31days.com.