I’ve been keeping myself motivated since Thursday for my run today.  Then I opened my run trainer app and it said “1:00:00.”  I’m like… mmm, I don’t think so, but I’ll try!  I slowly (not quite dragging my feet, but almost) headed out the back door and through the gate.  I looked down at my app.  It didn’t tell me what my walk/run ratio would be.  There was going to be NO motivation?!  This was my face…  

But I bravely set out.  I chose a different route this time, since I was going to be walking/jogging for an “hour.”  (I’ll be honest, I gave myself permission to do a half hour. This is, after all, only day TWO.)  The new route wasn’t so great.  A lot more traffic, a lot less room at the side of the road.   But I do enjoy learning different roads.  Ask my kids how they feel about my “short cut/adventures.”

Random things were swirling about in my head during my 2.17 mile, 35:04 minute run/jog (rug? jalk?).    Why was this farmer’s grass patch green and everyone else’s is brown?  Why do people throw beer bottles on the side of the road?  What was a ReWa truck doing here?  I AM going to run up that hill, and then I can walk!  Hello, mister farmer man in the tractor on the road….

I was thinking about my devotions this morning.  I Corinthians 4:2 “Moreover it is required in stewards, that a man be found faithful.” I was thinking how doing the right thing (in this case, exercise) isn’t always enjoyable.  Sometimes you DON’T feel better after doing them.  Sometimes it’s cold outside and your ears hurt.  Sometimes your muscles hurt and tighten up after you sit for a few minutes.  But it’s still the right thing to do.  It’s part of stewardship.  Taking care of something/someone that has been entrusted to your care for a certain amount of time.

I was also reading about King David tracking down Mephibosheth, the son of Jonathan. Remember how Jonathan and David were best friends?  closer than brothers.   The Bible said their hearts were “knit together.” King David wanted to honor his friend by taking care of what remained of the family Jonathan had left behind.  David found Mephibosheth and brought him into his household.  The Bible says “As for Mephibosheth, said the king, he shall eat at my table, as one of the king’s sons.” (II Samuel 9:11b) “So Mephibosheth dwelt in Jerusalem:  for he did eat continually at the king’s table;” (v13)

I was asking the Lord what he wanted me to meditate on today, and he brought this to mind:  What does is mean to eat at the king’s table?  What privilege does that bring into a person’s life?  Earlier in the chapter, David restored to Mephibosheth Saul’s lands.  Saul was Jonathan’s father, Mephibosheth’s grandfather.  Saul had been the king before David; he had made himself the enemy of David and had tried to kill him multiple times. Yet David extended kindness to Mephibosheth for Jonathan’s sake.  How like our Lord Jesus, the King of kings!  He went to even greater lengths to restore us… “But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.” (Romans 5:8) He died on the cross for our sins so that he may restore us to our rightful inheritance, that we might sit at His table continuously.  Fellowship with God.

Being fit is not my purpose in life.  But being a good steward of those things that God has given me IS.  Walking in fellowship with the king, sitting at his table IS.