I have wimpy arms.
My shoulders are bony, my biceps sag. I need two hands to lift and pour the gallon iced-tea pitcher.
In an effort to solve my wimpy-arm problem, I decided to exercise them. Push-ups. I don’t have a gym membership, which is good because I don’t really like working out in public. For push-ups, I don’t need special equipment or special clothing or lots of space. I simply get down on the floor in whatever I’m wearing and do them. Out of all the arm exercises available, I chose push-ups because while they benefit the upper arms specifically, they also work the back and abs. It’s a win-win!
But I confess. As perfect an exercise push-ups are for my upper arms, I still do them reluctantly. It’s sad how easily I can convince myself to skip my workout today. The fact of the matter is I don’t really want to do them.
But doing push-ups is beneficial for me. Doing push-ups will result in stronger arms, and that’s really my goal, after all.
I read something George Mueller wrote that made me think of workouts. “God delights to exercise faith.”
Do I have wimpy faith?
The difficult times I face tend to have a déjà vu element to them. (What? Haven’t we already done this? This again, God?)
What if my difficulties are essentially my push-ups? God noticing how wimpy my faith is and sifting through all the possible exercises to choose the perfect one for me. No gym membership needed, no special equipment or clothing, just a bit of space on the floor.
They’re still uncomfortable. I still approach the difficulties with reluctance. But viewing them as spiritual push-ups suddenly makes sense to me.
My difficulties allow me to trust God.
My difficulties show me that God keeps His promises.
My difficulties strengthen my faith like push-ups strengthen my arms.
And that’s really the goal, after all.