On May 2nd, I participated in a Spartan race up in Big Fork, Montana. It was exciting and terrifying all at the same time. I have been lifting weights and getting fit for a little over a year, and thought I could probably compete without dying.
Technically, I was right. My teammate and I finished middle of the pack, nothing to brag about, but nothing to sneeze at either. A few of the toughest obstacles for me were all of the different types of monkey bars.
I remember being amazing at the monkey bars as a kid, but now, I guess my upper body strength did not keep up with my body weight. Shocker, right?
Yesterday, I took my kids to the park to play with friends, and there, in the middle of the playground, stood my arch nemesis. The monkey bars!
I fooled around on them for a while. Made it across one set, and was trying a different technique on another when I hurt my left hand. See when you lift weights or do a lot of strength training, you get these callouses on your palms right below your fingers. For me its worst right below my ring finger, because of my wedding rings.
When I let go of the monkey bars that last time, something in the movement had pulled off the callous on my left hand, leaving a gaping hole of raw skin.
This morning I wrapped my hand, put my gloves on, and started my workout. You know what? Even with everything wrapped and bandaged, my grip was off. I was not able to preform as many reps as usual, and it got me thinking.
Not having a good grip can really hold you back.
Not having a firm grasp on what’s important, makes every day tasks a whole lot harder.
I’m going to get a little more specific. Not having a proper grasp on Christ can make you lose sight of what is important in this world.
If you’re living every day trying to “find yourself” but you haven’t truly found Him, then you’re simply “grasping at straws” to survive. Reach out and hold on to the One. The One Who can tell you who you are, who you belong to, and where you’re meant to be.