It was time to go for a run this morning. I had been feeling an urge to run around the track in town this morning instead of my usual route. I hesitated at the turn off trying to determine whether the urging was from the Lord or whether it was just a strange inclination I had, because I really don't like to run in circles. I decided to head for the track wondering if God was protecting me from some danger that awaited on my regular trek. As I walked toward the park I passed three people visiting on a patio and greeted them, all the while dreading my run on the mostly sunny, gravel loop. How many times would I have to run it to equal 5K? I set out faster than I had intended and questioned the accuracy of my GPS as I went. Part way around the path I noticed that a dog had been there. I was grateful that I had avoided stepping in that, made note of where it was, and continued on my way. As I ran I noticed two more areas where evidence of the dogs visit had been left. I knew cleaning it up would be right, but had nothing with me to do the job. It might sound silly, but I prayed that if God wanted me to clean it up he would provide the necessary plastic bag. I looked around for a station that offered such supplies, but saw none and decided it was best to keep my eyes on the trail. I finally finished my laps and was ready to head home, but it bothered me that I was leaving a mess for someone else to step in. I looked in the trash can, but the bags in there were covered with sticky beverages and who knows what else. By the time I left the park I had mostly decided that I would have to go home, where I knew there were more plastic bags available than I knew what to do with, and return to make the situation right, when I remembered the people on the patio.
As I approached the house I saw that they were still there. They greeted me again, and this time I stopped and asked them, though it's hard to believe that I had the nerve, if they had a plastic bag that they could give me. One of the ladies asked me if I had seen a dog, and I told her that I had not seen the dog, but I had seen that he had been there. She said that the dog was hers and that she would clean up after him, but I told her that I would take care of it. She was very thankful and then she asked where I lived and said that I looked familiar and didn't I used to go to church in town? I replied that I lived just outside of town and that I had brought my kids to VBS there for a few years, but that we go to church in State College. I told her that we are hooked there, it's our family. The man who had gone in the house returned with the plastic bag and handed it to me. As I walked away I was amazed. It is times like that when I want to let people know why I am doing what I am doing, but I don't know how without making it seem forced and awkward. God revealed Himself in the situation through her question without any effort on my part. I began to criticize myself for my words. Had I made it sound like I am stuck going to my church because I am related to the people there? That couldn't be farther from the truth, I don't have a single biological brother, sister, aunt, uncle or cousin in the whole congregation. I didn't dwell on that for long, my Father had given me an opportunity and allowed me to demonstrate love to a stranger. He is able to use the words for good whether I feel like they came out right or not.
I walked home thinking about how I had almost gone my usual way because I don't like to run in circles, and what I would have missed out on. I thought about whether or not I should share this with you. I often remember that Jesus said not to let your left hand know what your right hand is doing, and I think it would be better to keep things between God and I, but it really isn't about my hands at all. It's about Him, and that is something I should share. If you ever feel discouraged, like you aren't being used for His glory, remember this crazy little story. I must be out of my mind to be so excited about removing dog deposits from the local park, but I am so amazed at how he cares for us. I have really been struggling lately, but as I ask God to keep my gaze fixed on Him life takes on a new light. Jesus cleaned up my mess, I hope He uses this mornings experience to draw attention to Him and to encourage someone to give their mess to Him and accept His sacrifice.
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