20130126-190455.jpgLately with the cold weather, I’ve been running on the treadmill rather than running outside. With outside frozen and cold, and my shoes in my gym bag outside in the car, I decided to get my old shoes out of the closet. They were snug. I climbed on the treadmill and started running. I looked down at the old shoes on my feet, remembering my shoes in the car. The ones I had on were a 12 and the ones in the car, a 13.

A few months ago, my wife said it was time I got a new pair of running shoes. I headed out to hunt a pair I liked versus could afford. I looked everywhere. I couldn’t find a size 12. I called my wife, exasperated. She said, “Why don’t you try a 13?” That was crazy! I had worn a size 12 forever. She was insistent on me trying a 13, so I looked and found one in the very shoe I had been admiring. Amazing! The fit was great! Where had this idea of a 13 been all my life?

Last weekend my wife got a pair of shoes for my 13 year old son, who’d been complaining about his shoes. She got him a 13, and he loves them. Last night I sat by him and had him raise his sock foot to mine and they were exactly the same. Wow.

What does this have to do with anything? So many times in life, I’ve settled for believing one thing, rather than stepping into the new reality of who I actually am. For most of my young life, I would write on forms that I was 5′ 11″ tall. Turned out, I later realized, I was actually 6 feet.

For most of my life, I did not consider myself an athlete or a man. I looked at other men with envy, coveting, and even lust. I failed to see who I actually was or who I could become. I used to consider myself a homosexual struggler, having given this area over to Christ in submission yet struggling to have continuous victory, then to realize that I’m an overcomer. I’m not just an overcomer, I’m a man, a 6′ tall man with size 13 shoe. I don’t need to look to any other man for my manhood.

Actually, it doesn’t work that way. Looking at other men is meant to inspire me, but I cannot feel better about myself by coveting or lusting after them. Envy might be natural and maybe even healthy, if I’m willing to do something about it.

I’m the only one that can step into the realization of myself and become who and what God has created me to be. I’m going to stop believing in less, and believe in who I am and what I am capable of. I’m a 13.

My son is now also a 13, and almost a 6′ tall one at that. He’ll get there, and I’m excited that I’ve realized these things so I can help him reach his full potential, rather than merely envying and not becoming. May we all step into the reality and full potential our Creator God has planned for us.

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