Alright so . . . God thinks I’m superhuman. He gives me trials so I can get stronger. Sometimes the trial is short, quick, and to the point, like a short walk after dinner. Other times the trial is hella long and ridiculous and crazy and I can’t figure out which way is up, like a session with my old personal trainer. So I go through these trials just like I’m supposed to, just like I think God wants me to. Sometimes my energy is steroid level and I plow through my workout like it’s no one’s business. Then other times I swear I’m wearing led shoes as I drag my behind through an uphill program on my treadmill.
Then He gives me this rest period where I’m in some serious calm. Sometimes I coast for a few weeks before another kettle bell comes at me. And other times I’m in an intense period of stillness for months and months until the next wad of crap comes my way. The quiet times are sure nice but sooner or later, out of nowhere, comes some kind of drama.
What’s God thinking anyway? I know I’m strong but surely He knows that I really don’t want to be a female bodybuilder. I’m not interested in building muscles. I don’t want a six-pack. I’m so not trying to bench press 500 lbs. None of this is on my to-do-list. I’m not intrigued. Like, not at all. He must really think I’m some kind of super hero since He keeps piling on the weight. I mean every minute there’s something else to contend with. Some puzzle to solve. Some mountain to climb. Some hurdle to jump. You get the picture I’m sure.
I mean, the stamina I build after my trials is amazing. And the pounds of baggage I drop afterwards is like no other. The knowledge I gain during these intense workouts is extraordinary. Oh, and let’s not forget the euphoric feeling of accomplishment I get when I look in my mirror and see the new me after the workout is complete and I am drama free, stress free and basically . . . just free. But still, I would never voluntarily join a boot camp. Or sweat on purpose. Why would I do that? I just want to sit in the sauna and chill or ride the reclining bike and expend NO energy. But He’s got other plans. And His plans are usually better than mine.
God’s my hype-man whose job is to get my blood boiling. He wants me to realize my purpose and elevate me to competition status even though I hate competitions. He wants to increase my intelligence, enlighten me, elevate my judgement, create more wisdom in me and make me aware, all so I can live the best life I can and pass on the information I gather during each trial.
But geez Louise, getting stronger hurts . . . and it sorta sucks too. But the results afterwards makes it all worth the trouble it took to jump that hurdle. Solve that puzzle. Climb that mountain.
