As you have read, I call myself an intercessor runner. It is more like a walk/jog, but I do pray while I put one foot in front of the other. It doesn’t matter if I am walking or jogging, I pray.
This past spring and summer have been hectic, to say the least. Totally repainting the interior of our house to prepare it for the market. Downsizing to a new address: there were a lot of things to go through to get rid of [still have more to let go]. Squeeze in two weeks of vacations [one in the spring, one late summer] I haven’t been able to train as much as I would like for an upcoming marathon that I signed up to do.
Needless to say, I haven’t been able to sit at my computer to share my heart with you. Other than an Instagram / facebook post now and then you don’t know what has been going on with me [I will try to re-post them here so that you can catch up]. And if you only read my words here on this website you probably thought I have given up on my passions. [insert cricket chirps here]
There is so much I want to share but I find that people don’t necessarily want to read a ‘book’ when they click on a ‘blog.’ Am I right?! No worries, I totally understand.
So I share this one moment with you that I had this past summer. It was one of those mornings I step out of the house to get a few miles under my feet. I had mapped out my route with husband [safety first] and out the door, I went.
The first 100 yards my feet were sluggish and it seemed that I was tripping myself, though being pigeon-toed added to my clumsiness. I just couldn’t get into the grove of wogging. My mind was on performance and I wasn’t enjoying my outdoor time. Mentally noting what month and day it was on the calendar, I was calculating how many weeks I had left to train. Bottom line, I was pushing myself.
I then asked myself; ‘What is your problem? You cannot do this to yourself. You jog to get your heart rate up and pray, not to win any prizes.’
I stopped myself at that moment. Took a couple of cleansing breathes and verbalized [out loud] I refuse to get sucked into this mind game satan. In the name of Jesus, buzz off and let me enjoy seeing, hearing and breathing God’s creation.
I am not sure if I moved any more gracefully down the road or not but I had peace of mind. Then suddenly I could hear my heart, or maybe it was the heart of Papa God, either way, my prayers started to flow up from my chest to my thoughts and then become whispers out my mouth.
Thinking of the place I was jogging I must have asked this question; who’s footprints, from years past, were made in this area? Because I heard: “You need to ask; who’s prayers, in past years were prayed here?”
Wow! Pondering the ‘prayers of past’ I started to speak from my heart. “Holy Spirit wind blow ‘up’ the prayers of the saints past to unite with the prayer of the saints today to cause a mighty move of God.”
Think about this, what if the prayers of decades ago had gotten stuck and just waiting for our breath today to release them back in the atmosphere. Like the white fluffy dandelion waiting patiently to be unrestricted by the flower head. What if the prayers of the past revivalist fused with our prayers today to accomplish on earth what God is longing for in heaven?
For me thinking about such things I can see a display of fireworks. That kairos moment that time has been waiting for.
These are the sort of things that I pray when I run.