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Happy New Year! I can hardly believe that we are at the top of 2019. That means we made it to another year. One of the things that I do at the end of every calendar year, or at the very, very, very beginning of a brand new calendar year, is take some time to reflect. As I spent some time reflecting on 2018, I specifically took time to reflect on my running journey.

It was such an amazing year. The highlights can be found on my running blog. In a nutshell, there were ups and downs. There were achievements and setbacks. But through it all, there was so many life-transforming moments. One specific date of reflection was October 30. It was a day of wounding, both physically and figuratively.

I had an evening event at work so I decided to start the day with a run. You know, I wanted to get my blood pumping early. The problem was that I waited late in the morning to start, so I decided to do a quick out and back 2-mile run. As I was nearing my finish, I was running at a pretty decent speed. At that point, I just wanted to be done. I looked at my tracker and noticed that I was about a quarter of a mile away from home. I was overjoyed. But before I knew what was happening I was face down on the ground. To avoid any embarrassment, I jumped up, stopped my tracking, and limped on home. When I finally got home and took inventory, I found bruises to my hands, my elbow, and my knee. The only thing that I could do in that moment was get myself ready for work. I had no first aid kit at home. I had no bandages. I had nothing to wrap myself up. So what did I do? Well I'm glad you asked. I showered, dressed, went to work and headed straight to the office’s first aid kit where I found some bandages.

I'm sure you know what a bandage is right? It is a strip of material used to bind a wound or to protect an injured part of the body. Another word for a bandage is a covering. That is it. A bandage is just a covering. It is just something that will cover up a wound. A bandage will not heal the wound. It will simply prevent the wound from getting infected. It will prevent the wound from getting worse. So in essence, this covering will prevent further damage but it will not eliminate the damage, get rid of the damage, or minimize the damage that has already been done. 

As I spent some time reflecting on my fall, my injuries, and the bandages that I chose to cover up the blood, the hurt, and the pain, I recognized that that moment was so symbolic of a life that so many of us lead. We spend so much time putting Band-Aids and bandages on some of our most deepest cuts and wounds. Instead of spending time mending the wound, we cover the wound. Instead of allowing time for the wound to breathe, we hide the hurt. The pain. The molestation. The infidelity. The lay off. The termination. The bankruptcy. The cancer. The illness. The addiction. The abortion. The rejection. The insecurities. The domestic violence. The eviction or foreclosure. You see, instead of facing our reality and finding time or taking the time to mend our brokenness we simply cover it up. As long as we cover it up we will never properly heal.

We do not have to live as the Israelites did while under the reign of the kings of Judah. One of Isaiah’s prophecies to them was found in Isaiah 1:6, “From the sole of your foot to the top of your head there is no soundness--only wounds and welts and open sores, not cleansed or bandaged or soothed with oil.” Here, he is subtly letting them know that their own self-destructive behaviors are impacting and infecting them. They are failing to receive healing from the One who can heal ALL.

This is true for us as well. God does not just want to put bandages on our wounds. He wants to tend to them, wash them, and heal them with soothing ointments and olive oil. It it up to us to be vulnerable and accept what is readily awaiting us.

I challenge you to stand in agreement with me that this will be a year of unmasking, uncovering, and transformation. It is time for old wounds to receive a proper healing.

Please do not hesitate to contact me at if there is anything I can stand in agreement with you on. This is not a journey you have to take alone.


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