I am tired. That is spelled T-I-R-E-D. No make that T.I.R.E.D.
If I could magnify that word a bit more I would maximize to its fullest. I am writing this Sunday afternoon and if there is such a thing as being deliriously tired, then I am it. It has been a long month getting ready for today’s celebration of God’s gift to us. We had a good crowd, a good spirit, a good worship, a so-so message, and an “I-ate-way-too-much- pitch in dinner. Fortunately I kept that down to a mild roar. Because my mind is sort of lost somewhere in the nether regions, I thought I would share a story with you I read recently and then let it speak for itself.
Jim Ward was a late bloomer. He was known as one of the best-known triathletes in the world. What’s unusual about Jim is that he started triathlons at the age of 68. He died at the age of of 83- five miles into a bike race! It was Jim’s goal to complete the Ironman Triathlon as an octogenarian, and he almost made it. The Ironman is a contest held in Hawaii once a year. The challenge includes a 2.4 mile swim in the ocean; a 112 mile bicycle race; and a 26.2 mile run in that order and without a break. You do them in a 17 hour span.
Jim Ward was a ten-time triathlete world champion in his age group. In his seventies, he became the oldest athlete to finish the Ironman. He was planning on doing the same in his eighties.
His motto was “I’m just not going to quit.”
I like that: “I’m just not going to quit.” Quitting is easy. The path gets too rough…quit. The talk gets too tough…quit. The hills get too steep…quit. The mountains too tall…quit. Yeah, quitting is easy. Staying tough…hanging in there…refusing to hang your head? Not so easy…but well worth it in the end.
I have no clue what you are/might be going through. I just want to encourage you today not to give up. Not to quit. Trust the ONE who numbers your steps and knows who you are and what you are going through.
Okay…now for a Sunday afternoon nap.