Just Another Run
The best part of a run? The birds chirping, the awesome air, and the fact that a lot of people are still sleeping. The worst? The first couple of steps. Just getting the creaks out.
Is this what healing feels like?
Every time I go out there, I win. Every time I finish the task that I’ve set before myself, I win again.
Running has helped me process it all. The old photos, letters, and papers, the potholes and speedbumps along memory lane, the realization that life happens fast, it’s sometimes too much and I need to get out of my head and house and into the fresh air. My run recalibrates me, resets me, and refreshes me to return to base and keep working.
It’s not just me. It’s my God time. With life so distracting in every way, it’s this peace and quiet, the still of crisp morning air that He can finally speak to me. listen. This is healing. The realization that these hands that are holding me, were there the whole time. Even though it hurts Him, the things I do willfully, He’s still there. He’s been reaching for me all these years, now I will listen. Not only for my brokenness to heal, but also, it is what I’ve been meant to do all along.
