One morning, God gave me a deeper revelation about me. I’m sure many of you can relate, so I thought I’d share with you. In an attempt to get some exercise early in the morning, I sometimes take the stairs instead of the elevator before heading into my office. (I park on the bottom floor of the garage, so I take several flights of stairs.) For some reason, I had so much to carry that particular day: my purse; my work bag, which was heavier for some reason; my lunch bag; my large water bottle; and my large umbrella. I immediately thought, “Why do I have so much to carry today?”
I gathered my things and locked the car. As I approached the stairwell, I was met with my first dilemma of the day: do I forego the stairs and take the elevator, or do I press through and take the stairs with all this stuff I’m carrying today? Sister, you know what I chose, don’t you? I took the stairs.
When I reached the half-way point, I began to get a little winded. The thing is, ordinarily I would have moved up those stairs quickly, but not that day. I was barely holding on to all my stuff. Did you get that? I was barely holding on to all my stuff. By the time I finally reached the top floor, I was silently reciting a part Hebrews 12:1:
…let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which so easily ensnares us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us.
The Manna Chef 