My God stuff thinkings

On an early morning run with my husband, I realized just how grumpy 24hrs could make a person. Even my sleep was troubled by my feelings as opposed to the sense I knew I should be thinking.

I asked God (between footfalls in rythym with songs of worship on my MP4) to give me a piece of bread for the day. Something for me to devour and know was good for me because it would change my thinking and get me ‘out-of-myself’.

Stephen (20 feet ahead of me) came first across a barefoot walking young man flagging us down to ask for directions – but not normal directions.

He wanted to know the fastest way to get to the pines ‘up there’, at which he pointed across the road far into the valley perpendicular to the way we ran. To this man $500 dollars was at stake – a bet from a fellow camper at a large bush retreat event just a mile ahead.

Perhaps high on something, this man explained that if he could just get through the low-lying bush before us, he could skirt behind some properties at the base of the large ranges and make a bee-line for the pines at the distant top.

Trying hard to take him seriously, we eventually had to suggest it was not a wise idea and ran on.

Instantly I chuckled. God had done it again. Within minutes of my asking, He had shown me the root of my grumbling and given me the perspective, wisdom and understanding His Spirit gives.


That man was me.


Fresh from an event, excited with a challenge, and my reputation at stake, I have wanted to make a bee-line for the prize at the end – the place I felt God was leading me. In foolish unpreparedness, I have tried to climb the mountains to reach my goal with no shoes on and no knowledge of the land. I should follow the road set out before me, the road that has bends and gentle rises. I should pace myself and be sure of every footfall. I should wear the correct footwear.

I say this about the footwear because that is the second thing God (with humor) showed me. I had set out this morning with my daughter’s new running shoes on. I could not find my own, and assumed hers would be fine as she had not worn them yet. So within ten minutes of eating my first piece of daily bread, I had another mouthful to take.

Blisters on my toes forced me to walk back to the car in my socks; with my sympathetic hubby trying not to smirk (he knew how uncharacteristically grumpy I was when I started the run).


So there it is: God is involved. He works for our good. We have to listen and stop ranting. We have to run the path set out before us, not some cheats way for an earthly reward. We must be prepared – through the soaking in of His words and memorizing scriptures for our strength and direction.


He is a MIGHTY MIGHTY MIGHTY GOD that we serve!!!!!


And I am no longer grumpy.



Latest comments

08.10 | 03:59

Kylie, I would be delighted to have my name as a side character in your next book. I am telling anyone who will listen that they too must read The Book of Told.

08.10 | 03:42

Thank you SOOO much, Carol, for your encouragement! I would love to use your name as a side character in the prequel! Much blessings to you!

08.10 | 02:43

For the first time in many years I have found a book that I didn't want to put down. I wanted to just continue reading to find out where the story was going.

05.10 | 18:11

so so nice