Fitness. It’s a buzz word, a cool word, especially in the state in which I live. Anybody have a guess which state that is?
Being in shape is placed at a premium here. Therefore you always find the gym full of runners, walkers, weight-lifters, dancers, etcetra, and I love it. I love the community. I love the activity. I love the sweat, tears, and sore muscles that comes out of it. But, today I want to share with you why fitness is no longer my life.
There was a point where fitness was my life. Fitness drove me. It made me. It chained me. My day centered around my workout. If the schedule changed so I couldn’t get a workout, I went into a state of mental agitation. I would mentally calculate in my mind, whether or not I could get back home and still get the workout in, despite it being 10 or 11 pm at night.
The next day the cycle would start all over again. Fitness was an obligatory duty, something that I could boast about, because barely anybody else I knew, ‘ran’ or ‘lifted weights’ like I did.
I was excited about being stronger, about becoming a better athlete, a more well-rounded person, because of my new found passion for fitness. Yet, it didn’t. It wore down my body, because I didn’t know my body. It wore me down, because I didn’t know the amount of fitness that would actually enhance my energy, rather than make me feel slow, tired, and sore all the time.
The thing that I’ve learned is that one size certainly does ‘not fit all.’ Sure, there are those Olympic athletes that train ALL DAY every day. I honestly can not even imagine that. I think I would fall to pieces, emotionally, physically, and mentally. I enjoy activity. I wasn’t made for a permanent desk job, but I’ve learned to enjoy the value of just chillin’ with my family, enjoying the physical rest that God gives, especially when I need it. I love doing laundry, walking dogs, and reading books.
Don’t get me wrong. I like fitness. I like being active, but my life no longer centers around the races I’m training for or the max weight reps I want to do. My life no longer centers around which workout I’m going to do, and because of that, my life is so much more free. I’m free to go on a run or not go on a run. I’m free to eat a cookie or eat a salad or both.
Idols are not kind. Idols destroy you, but Jesus makes you new. Jesus has made me new, and He is my life!
I saw this flower this morning, and this reminded me of my journey. While still in the depths of wrestling with my idols, I felt like a flower, closed up to the sunlight, hungry for sunshine for rain.
This is what Jesus did for me. Jesus put His righteousness, His blood on me, so that I could be saved, so that I could be FREE to bloom for His glory and for His purposes.