In my family, I’m considered weird because I enjoy running. Sometimes, I ask my sister if she would like to run a race or participate in an obstacle course with me. Without hesitation she gives me a look indicating that she can think of a million other things to do for fun, rather than run. Though my family thinks I’m weird I know they will always support me; and thankfully I have a few friends who are odd like me and enjoy running. If I’m given a good running path or invited for a nice long run, I will gladly say yes.

Unfortunately, there are days where my body just wants absolutely nothing to do with a run, and so some days I must settle for a nice long walk. Even though there is beautiful scenery surrounding me when I walk and is a place where I can watch my dog run around, it took me awhile to really enjoy just walking.

So, I challenged myself to be disciplined in going for walks to not only prevent injuries but also because I felt the need to just slow down. After a month or two of disciplined walking, I was able to be at peace with a walk instead of a run, and I began looking forward to it─especially when I chose to re-label my walks as a grace walk.

Now, I know this may sound odd but once I started calling it my grace walk, I found myself being able to be fully present with God. I came up with the idea one day after reading a book about grace and just thought it seemed appropriate and more inviting to go for a grace walk. I needed, and still need, more of God daily.

I slowly discovered that there really is no long distance run that can take away the stress, frustrations or heal my brokenness like God can. The only way I can be whole and healed, is by spending more time with God and entering his presence.

Not only do I find myself being 100% honest with God during a grace walk, but I have also been able to give him praise more and more for the blessings he continues to pour out. Instead of focusing on what isn’t in my life, I try my best to count the gifts he graciously gives throughout a day and see how each blessing is a gift of His grace.

The more gifts of His grace I count, the more I start to see my heart change from bitterness to thankfulness and from brokenness to gratefulness, as it’s in these moments that draw me closer to Him. Even on the hard days, when I don’t feel like counting the gifts, I am thankful to be able to enter God’s endless grace and walk with him knowing I don’t have to be perfect. His grace will always be there and enough for me.

But he said to me, ‘My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. 2 Corinthians 12:9