Gigantic Thighs and Repentance

Hello my avid readers (I'm giving myself too much credit--this I realize),

Well, as I have just run 11.57 miles (yes, yes, again I'm puffing myself up. I'll pop myself in a minute.) I just feel like sitting here and not moving for maybe, I don't know, a couple months or so. What this means for you, my dear friends, is that this post may be exceedingly long. You're welcome to get up and walk away any time you feel like it. Back to me--oh, I didn't mean that--not what I meant to say, harrumph--back to my running. This is the first time in my young life that I have ever gone so far, and even though I may be permenantly damaged I feel good. I feel like a Greek athlete or someone from way back when who traveled thirty miles a day on foot for some amazing cause (like saving their realm from invaders or something). While I was running, some guy--some serious runner guy, some serious attractive runner guy--sped past me and made me feel kind of slow and pathetic and nerdy (I run with my glasses on.) His thighs were as big as, I don't know, something big. Now I have purposed in my heart to become an amazing runner and get gigantic thighs, so that he will never speed past me again. Maybe next time we're out running at the same time, he'll see me and say,
"Hey, you're a fast runner."
And I'll say, "Hey, thanks, so are you. I have big thighs now. Now I can run fast like you."
And he'll say, "Yeah, well, so long."

Anyways... I told you this would be a long post. A long pointless post. I've got diherea of the mouth today. Gross. Let me talk about something worthwhile. Something that has anything to do with the point of my blog. Namely God, Jesus, the Holy Spirit, Christians... Something along those lines. Let me tell you what I have been learning recently...

I have been learning about sin.
Yes, I've been messing around in things I shouldn't (nothing illegal or totally depraved--I heard the gasps and thought I'd better clear things up.). I've been totally selfish. My sin (which shall remain nameless for the time being) separated me from God for the past couple of weeks. There is just such an obvious connection between doing what I shouldn't and then suddenly feeling far away from God. Embarrassed to talk to him, I put Him off because it is the easiest thing to do. This is why God hates sin and why He warns against it. He loves to be with His children, but our sins manage to shove themselves right up between God and us (we, ourselves?), separating us. I've been feeling alone lately but I know I can't blame this on God. This is totally my fault.
So what can I do? Well, in the words of Paul,

"Yet now I am happy, not because you were made sorry, but because your sorrow led you to repentance. For you became sorrowful as God intended. . . Godly sorrow bring repentance that leads to salvation and leaves no regret." 2 Corinthians 7:9-10

I must repent. Saying I'm sorry won't cut it. I've got to feel sorry (terrible, guilty, dirty, worthless) and turn from my sin. This feeling of repentence doesn't always come when we want it. It's a gift. Weird, but true. So I (and anyone else who finds themselves in the same boat--which would be just about everybody) must pray for the gift of repentance which is something God obviously desires to give us.

Well, I pray that my little revelation helped somebody. Gosh, I hope I didn't sound preachy. I don't ever want to sound 'better than thou'. Somebody warn me if that happens. I just like letting people know what God has been attempting to pound into my thick little cranium.

Goodness, blogging takes up too much time. I've got things to do today. Farewell, all (all three of you.). Until next time.