In running, "hitting the wall" is defined as the time when your muscles run so low on glycogen stores that they are physically unable to continue moving. You stop. Sometimes literally. You rethink what you are doing, and how to finish it.....which can be difficult when you are in a racing situation. I know from experience that the last mile in a long distance race is the longest....
I hit the wall last night, headfirst, after two days working on my baby.
Maybe it was two hours of piling in and out of a minivan with four other fabulous ladies as we did a city wide scavenger hunt.
Maybe it was an hour of ballet on Saturday.
Maybe it was the in depth cleaning of a smoked in house, scrubbing window frames, vacuuming the laundry room out, hauling junk.....tearing the rotten carpet off of the front steps.
I know it wasn't from ordering in Wing King.
I was so sore this morning that after three minutes of sitting at the breakfast table, I almost passed out and fell off the chair. I gave up and went back to bed.
The last time I was this sore was after 15 hours of undiluted labour, having Alex......and he was worth it, every minute of the work and the pain and soreness.
I have to keep reminding myself that this house project is worth it, the work, the pain, and the soreness. Transforming my freaky fifties kitchen into a new functional one will be worth it. Replacing the rotten, peeling, paint smeared bathroom floor will be worth it. Painting the spacious dungeon of a laundry room will be worth it. Someone else may get to enjoy it, but it will be worth it when it's done.
Kind of like my kids. Kind of like my heart.
If I embrace the work, the pain, and the transformation process, I believe with my whole heart that the product will be worth it, and not just for me. For others too....God will be faithful to finish what He has started, and He has promised that if I seek Him first, everything else will be added to my life.....
I did eventually get up this morning, and the first thing I did was feed my body and my heart: scrambled eggs and "Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen......." Hebrews 11:1,2.
Sounds like the principle of sowing and reaping, doesn't it? I sow a little faith, or some calories, or some work in an older home.....and I choose to believe that in the end there is more Christ in my life, a good run without too many pit stops, and a solid investment....
I believe it will be good for me, my family, and my circles of influence....
Bring on the renovations!
My reno plans are keeping me on my toes today, what is keeping you on yours?
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