“So, if you think you are standing firm, be careful that you don’t fall!” 1 Corinthians 10:12

I love to run; in fact, I have logged over 2700 miles on my Nike running app.  I have the best gear, including great shoes, dri-fit shirts, shorts and hats, and of course my gps watch (need to log those miles for bragging rights). I enter monthly challenges in order to show those much younger than me that I’ve still got it (whatever the “it” is). 

My running has many parallels with my Christian walk; I have logged a lot of years, have the best Bible translations, software programs, and I still look not so bad in the uniform.  Many people will look at me and see that I’ve still got it (whatever “it” is). 

Not too long ago I was running along one of my favorite beach paths in Long Beach.  I was making great time (at least great time for me).  The skies were blue, a gentle breeze at my back, and the end of the run was in sight.  One moment I was running, the next I found myself laying on the path; I never saw the crack in the pavement.  People hurried over to see if I was alright; which I was other than some scrapes on my arms and legs, and a much bruised ego.

It is usually not the “big things” that trip me up in my faith-walk; rather those least likely things like envy of the attention another is getting, thinking that I may not be getting the recognition I deserve, or others not following my "very good" advice. Before I know it, I have been tripped up, laying on the floor. Thankfully, it is the Father who comes over to me; looking compassionately at me with a helping hand up.  His gentle Holy Spirit reminding me why I follow him; for His glory, not mine.