Abundant Life

Lift Up Your Eyes: Promised Endurance

Have you not known? Have you not heard?
The LORD is the everlasting God,
the Creator of the ends of the earth.
He does not faint or grow weary;
his understanding is unsearchable. 

He gives power to the faint,
and to him who has no might he increases strength.

Even youths shall faint and be weary,
and young men shall fall exhausted;

but they who wait for the LORD shall renew their strength;
they shall mount up with wings like eagles;
they shall run and not be weary;
they shall walk and not faint. 
-Isaiah 40:28-31

Power to the faint. Increased strength to the weak. Mounted up, on wings like eagles.
Such a vision seems a fantasy for flesh-bound bodies.

Oh, I love to think my own strength can cut it. And I cry when it can’t.

Then I pause, and look up.

And even so, it’s far too easy for me to claim the promised endurance here and still assume the soaring, walking, and running are coming from my own renewed strength. As in, thank you Lord, I’ll take things from here again.

But wow, a new picture has been painted in my mind. This strength, this soaring, comes from an upward motion. It’s Spirit-led and Spirit-fed.

God says it Himself, even the strongest of the strong will grow weary. This isn’t about human will to rise above circumstances. No. It’s about hope that lifts its gaze. It’s about faith that meets the very real lack head on, and waits. Stops. Rests from striving. And therein witnesses God—seated on the throne, high and lifted up—moving mightily by His Spirit already residing in born again believers.

Up. Up. Up.

Out of the natural, into the spiritual. Looking not to what’s seen but to what’s unseen. The eternal. The assurances of faith.

The endurance is still beyond ourselves.
Thank you Lord because this girl right here is oh-so-tired, oh-so-often.

But to soar? Sounds divine. Because it is divine.

I want to soar. I will soar, when it’s no longer me powering my engine.

Oh, to run and not grow weary.

The psalmist had it right,

I will run in the way of your commandments
when you enlarge my heart/set my heart free.
- Psalm 119:32

We cannot run the race set before us at all until first set free. Releasing the weight of sin and the choke-hold of anxiety, and clinging to the Cross. Our victory. Our promised endurance.

Jesus told us His words were spirit and life, that the flesh profits us nothing. Set free from the physical, I’m ready to run in the spiritual. In the way of His commands. Unto life!

Still tired? You bet.
But now soaring…

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