Nothing is more frustrating than getting a rock in my shoe when I’m running. Okay, maybe crazy rabid dogs are worse, but rocks in my shoe are a close second. Rocks are like uninvited guests that show up and ruin your whole party.
Here are a few things I’ve learned about getting a rock in my shoe while running…
- No matter what size the rock, it always feels like a HUGE boulder.
- I can’t focus on anything else as long as that rock is in there driving me nuts.
- You can try and ignore it, but the only thing to do is stop and remove the rock from your shoe.
I got to thinking as I ran this morning, while trying to ignore the rock in my shoe, the sin in my life should be a lot like rocks in my shoes. Here’s how…
- Sin should frustrate me. If it doesn’t bother me, something is wrong… BIG time wrong.
- Sin should feel like a boulder, even when it’s small.
- It should drive me nuts that it’s a part of my life.
- I should refuse to ignore it and strive to remove it from my life.
I want to please my Father with every ounce of my being, because He is SO good to me. I don’t know about you, but sadly, sometimes I seem more concerned about the rocks in my shoes than I am the sin in my life.
Do you ever feel this way?