Grace For the Weak

Today I wanted to share a short story I wrote a few years ago. It is more a reflection than a story, but in a story form.

A little back story on this reflection:

For 5 years I was a competative swimmer. I loved it so very much! I learned so much from the sport. It taught me that setting a goal can be attainable, you have to be willing to do everything it takes to get the goal firm in your grasp. I never really knew just how anxious and nervous I could get until I started to swim competitively. My favorite part of a race was diving into the water and embracing the silence before the storm. The storm would come less than a second later when all the swimmers would surface at the same time and begin the stroke. I can, still to this day, feel how every muscle moved and how the water moved around me during the race when I close my eyes and think back to those days. I no longer swim as I am in college now, but I love to watch competitions and get that feeling in my stomach as if I were swimming. In the future I will talk more about this subject but here is a reflection/short story. ______________________________________________________________

“I just have to take one second off,” thought Faith, “One second is all I need.” Her mind battled against her as her race drew near. She had swum that race so many times she could do it with her eyes closed, yet today, the race counted—it had to be a perfect. This was the biggest meet of her life and she knew that the more she allowed herself to think about it, the more her nervousness would eat at her and empty her of all the confidence left. Her stomach seemed to have captured all the butterflies in the world. Her head was starting to pound and she began to feel weak.

Faith decided to try and ignore the anxiety knocking on her heart. She sat in a chair beside her teammates, pulled her Bible out of her backpack, and opened to 2 Corinthians 12: 9-10. “And He said to me, ‘My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made perfect in weakness.’ Therefore most gladly I will rather boast in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me. Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in needs, in persecutions, in distresses, for Christ’s sake. For when I am weak, then I am strong.” She laid aside her Bible and gazed into the eyes of the rippling pool. God had gotten her to this meet, she knew it was impossible for her to do on her own. God had given her the grace to overcome the pain and be victorious thus far. He would guide her through yet another race. His strength would be her fuel.

She stood, put her cap on, and secured her goggles on her head. She shook her arms and stretched, then walked to the starting blocks. It was time to go fight the giants of fear in her mind and heart. Her event was called and she pulled the goggles over her eyes and pressed them against her eyes—being certain that they were tight. The official blew the whistle for the swimmers to mount the white and silver blocks. Faith climbed up and looked out at the pool toward the other end. She did a quick visualization of the race in her head. She bent her head down and looked into the deep quietness of the water. “Take your mark,” commanded the head official. She bent forward and gripped the block with all the strength she had. She tucked her head down. “This is it. Please help me, Lord. No regrets,” were her last thoughts. The buzzer went off and she leaped into a dive as gravity brought her beneath the surface of the devouring water. This was a race she would not forget for rest of her life. All the months of practice. All the tears of pain and frustration. The things she gave up to train. Everything counted now in this moment. Nothing could be left behind. No regrets.

“I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.” –Philippians 4:13 _____________________________________________________________

Soli Deo Gloria!

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