To run or ride through plowed ground
is not a thing done easily.
Most would say
that after three inches of rain
it is not a thing to be done at all.
Feet sink below the surface,
each step a measure of determination
Mud sucking at the shoes,
thighs and calves confused by the notion.
Each wrenching loose and subsequent re-setting
becomes some sort of existential argument:
“If we are working this hard to move from here
shouldn’t we be seeking some place
more suited to what we are doing?”
And yet on two Sunday afternoons
exactly two weeks apart,
I push myself to do this 5K course
though mud and pond, woods and wetland,
feeling in shins, thighs and hips,
the pulling strain, the draining force.
Given enough of making ourselves do
what is not easy,
we will find ourselves finishing the course
a bit quicker than we did before
and learn again that it is the training
that makes body, mind, heart and soul
able to carry a heavier load,
endure a greater testing,
achieve the harder goals of believing.
And—along the way—be reminded
that those who long for a higher place
will usually find the pace of discipline
something other than easy.
And look forward with greater hope
to the incredible blessing of rest.