In a long-distance race, it is important to pace yourself. I joined the track team in high school and trained to run 800 meters—about half a mile. On the day of an important track meet, I was ready to go.
This was a special day because my girlfriend was in the stands. I confess, I had never spoken to her, but I wished she was my girlfriend. And winning this race might have attracted her attention and her affection.
Signs are designed to catch our attention. They alert us to danger or promote some product. Some signs, however, defy understanding. The following are signs found in real life:
- On a bag of Fritos: “You could be a winner! No purchase necessary. Details inside.”
- On packaging for a Rowenta Iron: “Do not iron clothes on body.”
- On a Korean kitchen knife: “Warning. Keep out of children.”
- On an American Airlines packet of nuts: “Instructions: Open packet, eat nuts.”
- On a Swedish chain saw: “Do not attempt to stop chain with your hands.”
Wait there’s more! Thanks to Bob Gallagher for reminding me of this post.
We all struggle with identity—who we are, why we are, and what we have to offer this vast, broken world. About the time we find a scrap of worth or significance, something happens to make us fully aware of how much we lack. A harsh word. A broken relationship. A blunder or failure. Then, in spite of our best efforts at positivity or affirmation, we can’t escape the insecurity and aloneness we experience as a result. When it comes to this epidemic of misplaced identity, my friend Michele Cushatt understands the struggle first hand. Without giving away her story (which you can read in her books), Michele knows what it’s like to have the feet kicked out from underneath her, and to wonder if she’d ever again be able to stand. But she also knows what it’s like to push through the darkness, to cry out to God for grace, and to discover the miracle of a God whose purpose and presence never fail, regardless of what may come.
Is there a life goal you want to live for?
Are there intermediate goals that seem out of reach?
The response to my last post Bite Off What You Can Chew was so well received I was inspired to share more detailed information that has benefited thousands of people seeking to live Fully Alive.
Enjoy reading about a strategy that is still transforming my life and can impact yours as well.
At age 65 and almost 250 pounds, I was desperate to do something to regain my health.
My first attempts at exercise were sporadic and it took me awhile to learn what healthy eating was all about. I didn’t have the perfect plan but it was gratifying to be headed in the right direction.
The goal of being fully alive physically is daunting and sometimes seems impossible. There are times when in spite of all your resolve, weeks and months pass without progress.
It’s as though you stand gazing at a mountain peak, longing to be at the summit. But without some intermediate goals, your friends may find you standing in the same place years later still dreaming of being at the top.