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| Trainer Bob, Me, My Davenport-grown friend & her husband |
When has the humble service of a fellow believer inspired
you?
This question was posed to me in a Bible study I am doing
with some friends. At first, it was difficult for me to think of an answer on the spot. I
wrote down a time that the service of a fellow believer humbled me, but
I couldn’t really pinpoint a time where it inspired me… until I really listened
to my heart.
Maybe this question had me thinking among the greats of Mother Theresa and Jim Eliot. And with the recent read of Kisses from Katie, there
is no doubt that Katie Davis' servant heart is inspirational. These are people who
make a huge difference in our world, inspiring the many who inevitably notice the
way they imitate Christ. My mind drifted to family and church members, thinking
about those people who serve on a regular basis, making it appear like a natural
part of life. While there are likely many people who have inspired me with
their example to serve, my heart is stuck on a servant who could easily be
overlooked.
All week, I’ve been thinking about my accomplishment of
completing the Bix this past weekend. Over 15,000 people participated in this
7-mile race. It was crazy packed leaving my friends and me weaving in and out
of people from start to finish. But it was an experience I will not soon
forget. I am thankful that my Davenport-grown-moved-to-Plainfield friend put
the bug in my ear for this goal. And we did it… with a time I’m pretty happy
with, too.
Having this run on the calendar gave me a goal. I printed
off a running schedule and, for the most part, stuck with it. While it was
lonely training by myself throughout the week, there were friends who would be
running the race with me and that kept me going. Better yet, my friend and
trainer, Bob, was a person I could hit up for advice on what to do from week to
week. He was continually checking in on me to make certain I would be ready for
the hills I would face at the end of July. Trainer Bob woke up at 5am on more
than one Saturday to take my friend, Stacy, and I out for hill training. Not
only did he plan the workout and get up before it was necessary on the one day
he could sleep in, but he always had ice cold water and Gatorade on hand for us
as well.
This isn’t the first time Bob has pushed me to a healthy lifestyle.
Just this past spring, he led “boot camp” at our church out of the goodness of
his heart. He likes to inspire people to push themselves to new levels. While I
wasn’t able to participate in the running group he organized last fall (due to
a broken toe), I won’t be missing it this year.
Even now, in this post-race week, Bob has been pushing me.
When I voiced my desire to lay off the miles for a few days, Trainer Bob was
there to encourage me with a specific goal. (Two 3-mile runs down, Bob, one to
go!) What amazes me is that he could be somewhere training people and getting
paid for his time and energy. At Southfield, however, Bob has been giving with
no expectation of anything in return. Anything that is, except for healthy people
alongside him with fitness goals on their minds.
This is my friend’s passion. It’s not mine… but I truly
appreciate the benefits I have received from aligning myself with Bob and his
family. It may not appear spiritual to some. But I know that serving in this type capacity requires selflessness. It takes a heart that
is aligned with God’s to do what he does. Bob, you inspire me. Sure, I’m
inspired to continue a healthy lifestyle, but more so, I want to embrace my
passions and utilize them to help others live better lives. Thanks for
surrendering your passions to God.
“God has given each of you a gift from his
great variety of spiritual gifts. Use them well to serve one another.
Do you have the gift of speaking? Then
speak as though God himself were speaking through you. Do you have the gift of
helping others? Do it with all the strength and energy that God supplies. Then
everything you do will bring glory to God through Jesus Christ. All glory and
power to him forever and ever! Amen.” – 1 Peter 4:10-11

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