Saturday, August 11, 2012
running through mud puddles
again, I blog in my head while I run. These past couple months have led to some great discoveries about myself. Some revealed this week. There have been good things. There have been some very hard things I have to deal with in myself. Today I did something that signified some freedom. I ran through a mud puddle. To those reading this, that may be insignificant. For me it is huge. I have always wanted to jump in mud puddles. that part of me that just wants to do it. then my, what I call "my crazy" takes over and convinces me why I shouldn't. what will everybody think? what will people say? That will just look ridiculous to everybody driving by. You are not thin enough to do that. Today I decided those things don't matter. I owned that mud puddle. I, in "my crazy", will not say or do things that I truly want to out of fear of what everybody else will think. I have come to the realization. IT DOESN'T MATTER. There is only one's opinion that matters...God. I am His favorite and I am pretty sure He is just fine with me running crazy through the mud puddles. I want to say what I feel really. I want to not say I want to do things when I really don't out of fear that person won't like me if I don't do this. I want to do the things that I know God has truly called me to do and not worry about if I am good enough, equipped enough, or if this will fit into everybody's plans. God's plans are the only ones that truly matter. This will be a continuous journey. I will not do it perfectly. But God does not ask us to do things perfectly. He just asks us to do them.