Seeing The Giver

If I quiet myself long enough, I can hear the heal strike and toes dance off the pavement.  Heart pounds after a half mile or so and my body and mind finally start to get into a rhythm.

I loved it.

Fresh air, long strides, tired legs.

Soft Inhale, hard exhale.  The release of chemicals.

Running just felt good.  It was something I did for over 14 years.  Then one day I got tired of it.  Running was a chore.  It was boring.

Good gifts cannot be fully experienced without first seeing the giver.

But there are moments, more than I want to admit to, that I want to run.  My chest tenses up, thoughts run wild and all I want is to feel better.  I think we all do this, some are just more obvious or more aware of it than others.  Ever had those moments of wanting to keep eating when you are obviously not hungry?  There is a reason why a huge bowl of ice cream looks better on a day that things didn’t go so well.

Or you can’t stop thinking of “things” you want to buy, when they are not needed, but just greeded?

There is a slow, powerful, low torque engine that sits in us all…it tries to drive us.  It wants us to go to anything we can to soothe, to feel calm, to feel relaxed, feel at peace…anywhere except where we are supposed to go.

We get new clothes, go out to eat, buy a bigger house, search for a higher paying job.  There is always something more.

Good gifts cannot be fully experienced without first seeing the giver.

There is nothing wrong with new jeans, a new house, a fancy dinner.  But the question we have to ask is, are we sitting in our source of peace, or are we playing a continual game of musical chairs?

Where we keep walking until it gets to intense and we have to sit on a chair, any chair, whatever chair is closest, whichever chair is softest.

Our creator has given so much to us to provide pleasure.  Sunrises, steak cooked perfectly, healthy touch, mountain air, quiet lakes that beg to be fished, new homes, clothes that fit just right, coffee and a sunrise.

He wants us to have those things.

But we have to be embedded in the giver before we open the gifts.  If we don’t we miss their true value and we spend our lives openening the next one, the next one, the next one, looking for that comfort we crave.  Eyes obsessed on wrapped packages don’t have time to look up to see who wrapped it.  That comfort, peace and goodness we were designed to have.

I wonder why the gift opened quite quickly breaks its promise to satisfy.  Why the box in front of me holds pain, hurt.

It’s because I ran past the giver.

Good gifts cannot be fully experienced without first seeing the giver.

When we miss the giver, the gift can’t be fully experienced.  The value is lost.

God’s word tells us that he is the vine, and that we are the branches.

Branches that ignore the vine die.

The vine provides what the branches need to be healthy, to produce good grapes, to operate as designed.

I have found lately that I enjoy a good run.  What I discovered is that I saw running as an act, a chore, a thing I needed to do.  When really, having strong legs, hips that work and shoes to protect my feet are a gift, something I have been gifted by the good giver.  With those thoughts, a run now is seen as a good gift, not a chore.

Some of the best gifts he has ever given me where when all else was stripped away.  Maybe he does that because I am easily distracted?  Maybe because the more that surrounds me the harder is is to focus.  And these gifts have nothing to do with what we have.  It’s more to do with how we think.

Can you imagine a sunrise on the slums of Mexico. As families awake to search the trash hills for food, the giver gives a visual promise to them that he is with them.

What a stark contrast between beauty in the sunrise and sickness in the hills.  Gifts like that are hard to miss.  There isn’t much to get in the way.

Good gifts cannot be fully experienced without first seeing the giver.


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