Run the race.
Remember Forest’s top line? Run Forest, run!
I have had many setbacks in my life: Domestic violence, rejection, abandonment, further abuse, homelessness, divorce, poverty and more I am sure. But, you know, it has not kept me from running the race God has called me to. In fact, many times, the way that God has rescued us over and over again has blessed us incredibly.
In the course of a few years…
My oldest and typical son had run away, reacting to all the abuse we went through. He refused all attempts of help given him, and rejected his family.
We had narrowly escaped my abusive ex-husband, who had just said he moved out of state two months prior. But, still, we feared he would come back and force his way in again. Or, did he leave at all? I certainly wasn’t going to check to find out.
Further, I had tried three times before to get a legal divorce from him, but each time I had had to pull back to protect my children and myself.
I was trying to make a living online.
I struggled to keep up my home, which has several acres of land, 5 chickens, 3 dogs and a goat, and a special needs son who lives in his own world.
All requests for help continued to turn up dry.
All I knew was to run the race God gave me.
I was overwhelmed and needed help.
So, when my son became sick, I just shut down in some ways. I already have an aversion to going to the ER anyway, but to go and sit off and on for 3 weeks was completely out of my comfort zone.
But, my son was in a medical crisis and his needs became my immediate priority. He had a bowel impaction, which was jeopardizing his life, and is frequently lethal in his genetic syndrome. No one would listen (of course!). They were just convinced all he had was severe constipation and that isn’t life-threatening, right? They were oh so wrong.
I ran the race of Christ no matter what they said and did to me.
So, He sent us to the hospital.
So, okay, that was not my idea of a solution. But it was my Lord’s. It did four things. First, it just plain got us out of the house. Second, it connected us with people whom we did not even know before. Third, it opened doors of opportunity that we did not even know about before our crisis. And, finally, it was because of that season that we were set free from domestic violence.
And I cannot explain how or when it actually happened.
When we run the race, He will shine the light.
We forget this in the middle of a crisis. If we just run any race, without our God and His Spirit, then we risk running the wrong way. If we run the race, taking each step Christ calls us to, He will make even the crooked paths straight.
We see despair, confusion and uncertainty, and then the Light comes on. God brings the white horse, and He comes in to rescue us through the spiritual Church (and sometimes not).
Justice arrives at the perfect and right time, even if it seems that He has waited too long. Sometimes we don’t even see it coming until love overwhelms us. Sometimes, even the full picture doesn’t even become clear until afterwards.
The funny thing is that it isn’t going to come when we intellectually reason that it will. As special needs parents we know that you really cannot plan that much for a crisis. Each event is different from the one before. And sometimes, we can pray and pray, only to continue to wait and wonder if He hears us. Why?
Because if we run the race He calls us to, we will win.
So, run the race!
Seek God first in His Word. Ask Him to show you the way. Restore peace in your home and work through your medical (or other) crisis one step at a time. Run the race and have faith that God will carry out His good plan in His time.