"I cling to you; your strong right hand holds me securely." Psalm 63:8
The heat, humidity, and a lack of hydration combined to set me back today. Ran seven tenths of a mile. Surely, I have not yet developed my hinds' feet.
I may not have made it much past the mile yet, but I look forward with great expectation to the day when I will make it far past the mile and be able to ascend and descend the mountain, with all of its crevices, just as sure-footed and with all the ease and agility of a roe deer.
God's promises bring comfort in the process.
Though sorrow and suffering are sometimes our companions, His strong right hand holds us securely through the storm. Our lives are being refined through them, and if we will allow the smelter to complete its work, the finished product will shine more gloriously than anything or anyone around. We will run swifter than we ever thought possible.
Isaiah 48:10 says, "I have refined you, but not as silver is refined. Rather, I have refined you in the furnace of suffering."
And, Psalm 121:1-3 tells us, "I will lift up my eyes to the hills—From whence comes my help? My help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth. He will not allow your foot to be moved; He who keeps you will not slumber."
I don't know about you, but since He's keeping the night watch, I will be resting well tonight knowing my Redeemer is faithful and true.
Sweet dreams, all you runners out there.