“The Spirit of God has made me; the breath of the Almighty gives me life.” – Job 33:4
I went to church this morning and worked in children’s worship – I volunteer once a month in the 4- and 5-year-old room, and love it. I’ve been doing it for about 3 years now. It brings a sense of non-jadedness to my life, which is necessary when working with teenagers!
After worship hour, I headed to the gym to get in a good workout, just to find out that I forgot my inhaler. I know my body well enough that I can get in about 2 miles before getting a little lightheaded**, so that’s what I did. I then used the free weights and did some resistance exercises instead of running more. My abs are wishing I remembered my inhaler.
In a sense I view my day-to-day relationship with prayer like my inhaler. I may *think* I’m okay without worship in my life at times and that I’m independent, but I certainly can’t go as far in life without it. It’s unfulfilled potential. I *can* run a marathon…with my inhaler. I *can* do things like teach in a challenging urban school and handle my insane personal life…with prayer. Without my inhaler I’m limited to 2 miles, and without prayer I’m limited in trying to process the ‘why’ and ‘how’ in my life without His higher meaning. So, I need to pray that I remember my inhaler. See what I did there;)
**If you don’t know your body like mine, don’t play around with running when you don’t have your supportive medication. I’ve had asthma since I was 6 and know when it’s time to stop.