As January comes to a close this week, some of the goals, resolutions, and changes we put in place as the New Year began are in progress. Others are in a state of hit or miss and some we have already abandoned. When we set out to change our routines, we usually have high hopes. Then, we miss a few beats and find ourselves struggling to hold on.
Years ago, jogging became a part of my life and after a while, those "runs" became an important part of my quiet time. Somewhere along the way, running a marathon became a goal. That meant a lot of one hour runs. That meant getting up at 4:45am and jogging six days a week.
So,whether working in Minneapolis (where it's cold if you are from Florida) or here, the alarm would go off, I would roll out of bed, have coffee, suit up and go; return home or to the hotel- sweating, yet clearly awake and begin the next segment of the day reading Psalms for my cool down. I don't remember how long it took before the routine overtook the thought "what are we doing?" when the alarm went off, but most people agree it takes 21 consecutive days to establish a new routine.
Change happens when we so clearly identify with the purpose or goal that we are willing to disrupt and redirect our routines. The goal was to run not just a marathon, but the NYC Marathon- and it was time driven and very visualizable. And with God's help, that dream happened, on the first Sunday in November, 1987. I have struggled this month with putting some routines in place, so this week I'm shaking off the failures and asking God to redeem those routines for His glory... and I'll be praying that for all of us.
...But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus. from Philippians 3:12