“Pick your feet up!” the man yelled. Could he be shouting at me? As I jogged at Stone Mountain near Atlanta, I turned and looked at him. He nodded as if to say, “Yes, I was talking to you.”
“Thanks, Coach,” I replied, exaggerating my steps, so that he could see I was taking his advice.
The suggestion helped. I ran a little faster, a little lighter.
It seems I’ve always had a problem dragging my feet. A college boyfriend first brought it to my attention.
My husband once hinted it was the only problem I had. He’s found a few more flaws since then.
My worry is that I drag my feet figuratively. What if I more eagerly jumped into the race of life? What am I missing by procrastinating? In reality, why do I drag my feet? Am I too tired to pick up my feet?
The next week at Stone Mountain, I had completed six miles and was contemplating turning around and heading toward the car when … crash, bam, roll, ouch.
I saw stars. Wow, it hurt. My shoulder was bleeding faster than a gas pump adds up dollars. I had no excuse for falling—there were no tree roots on which to trip, there were no people elbowing. What caused the fall, I wondered. Finally, I figured it out. I was so focused on turning around, I wasn’t watching the crucial next step … and I had failed to pick up my feet.
You may be worrying about an uncertain economy. You may be concerned about your kids or your aging parents. Life has plenty of turnarounds ahead. Please don’t follow my example and fall. Instead, look at your crucial next step… and pick up your feet.
“Those who wait for the Lord will gain new strength; they will mount up with wings like eagles, they will run and not get tired, they will walk and not become weary.” Isaiah 40:31 (NASB)
Lorri Allen is news director for KYTX CBS19.