I wish I could say that I woke up early this morning, made everyone breakfast while skipping through the halls wearing my polished medal; however, this was not the case. My husband came into our bedroom, gently nudged me and asked me if I was ready to get up. I asked him what time it was and he replied, “Noon.” “Noon?” I grumbled. I guess my body needed the rest and thankfully, my husband recognized it too.
It was just yesterday that I completed my first marathon, so I believe I have earned the right to take some serious time off, and I know my body is still a long way from being at 100%. The reality set in once I stepped out of the bed. I could feel all the muscles in both legs tighten. I waddled like an old, feeble woman searching for my slippers. Once I slipped them onto my feet, I was in my happy place. One of the simple things I began to enjoy during my months of training. After grabbing a cup of coffee, I walked around (slowly), did a couple of light stretches, washed my rain-drenched race clothes and shoes, and then headed for the shower.
Throughout the day, my mind kept reflecting on yesterday’s run. Remembering how God gave me strength to complete those 26.2 miles. I ran across this scripture that reminded me again of how God rescued me in my greatest need.
“I waited patiently for the Lord; and he inclined unto me and heard my cry. He brought me up also out of a horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings. And he hath put a new song in my mouth, even praise unto our God: many shall see it, and fear, and shall trust the Lord.” Psalm 40:1-3
Don’t get me wrong, I chose to run this marathon. This was a very precious goal of mine. I trained and my body was prepared. What I wasn’t prepared for were the things that led me into a pit (sickness, weakness, weather, puddles). God moved me. When He came, He came from a sense of desperation to a sense of security. I always knew He was there. When I found myself in this pit, I did not forget God, but my sense of His presence and comfort wasn’t as lively as when He rescued me. When He answered my cry for help.
God can deliver us from every sort of pit and mire and will deliver us from any plight that would destroy our faith. When He does rescue us, the psalmist says we will sing. “He put a new song in my mouth, a song of praise to our God.” Psalm 40:3
Isn’t it awesome that whenever God delivers us from the pits, He puts a new song in our mouth to share with others. Yesterday, God gave my life a new song. He heard my cry, He rescued me from a pit and renewed my strength. After I crossed the finish line, God also blessed me with encouragement, celebration, hope, joy and thankfulness. So, as I spend the next several days in recovery, my prayer is that God will hear my new song and so will you.