The Good Run
Yesterday I went running. The last time I ran outdoors was in November before I developed a heel spur. I put on the new cold-gear my family bought me for Christmas along with my purple running shoes and I ran.
The morning was crisp, the sun shined brighter than I'd seen it in a long time. My blood pumped quickly to warm me up. I ran.
It seemed like I had never been away. But I had. I knew the morning sun had not been away either. I hadn't noticed it though. Yesterday morning I felt like the sun was in my world for the first time in a month. Too much weighed me down recently. The light seemed distant.
As I ran, I felt renewed. Most of the circumstances were still present but as I ran I meditated on the significance of this Good day. All the things out of my control faded losing their power over me. Over hope.
I thought about unexpected trials in my own story. The worst ones. The dark ones. They never gave a hint they were coming. You would think I would come to expect tough days ahead living in a fallen world and all. Yet, I still am caught off guard by difficulties, even ones of a much smaller magnitude.
It would be easy to explain my mood of joy away by noting my return to running outdoors or the grace-filled beauty of the morning. That is not why I felt joy and saw joy. Thinking more about Jesus than your circumstances does something to you.
Running towards Him causes the darkness to dispel and the road ahead to be brighter. Attactive. I saw running toward me the One who did it all, does it all and wants to be all in my life.
Caleb told me at bed, tonight, what he thinks is in the last egg (from our resurrection eggs) to be opened tomorrow. He said he wanted to tell me. I told him to go ahead and tell me. He said, "Nothing. I shook it and there's nothing in it. Am I right, Mom?" I nodded yes. He then said, "It's empty because the tomb was empty. Jesus left the tomb. He's alive!"
Yes, He is! How Good of God to give it all and then leave the tomb to run after me and YOU!
The morning was crisp, the sun shined brighter than I'd seen it in a long time. My blood pumped quickly to warm me up. I ran.
It seemed like I had never been away. But I had. I knew the morning sun had not been away either. I hadn't noticed it though. Yesterday morning I felt like the sun was in my world for the first time in a month. Too much weighed me down recently. The light seemed distant.
As I ran, I felt renewed. Most of the circumstances were still present but as I ran I meditated on the significance of this Good day. All the things out of my control faded losing their power over me. Over hope.
I thought about unexpected trials in my own story. The worst ones. The dark ones. They never gave a hint they were coming. You would think I would come to expect tough days ahead living in a fallen world and all. Yet, I still am caught off guard by difficulties, even ones of a much smaller magnitude.
It would be easy to explain my mood of joy away by noting my return to running outdoors or the grace-filled beauty of the morning. That is not why I felt joy and saw joy. Thinking more about Jesus than your circumstances does something to you.
Running towards Him causes the darkness to dispel and the road ahead to be brighter. Attactive. I saw running toward me the One who did it all, does it all and wants to be all in my life.
Caleb told me at bed, tonight, what he thinks is in the last egg (from our resurrection eggs) to be opened tomorrow. He said he wanted to tell me. I told him to go ahead and tell me. He said, "Nothing. I shook it and there's nothing in it. Am I right, Mom?" I nodded yes. He then said, "It's empty because the tomb was empty. Jesus left the tomb. He's alive!"
Yes, He is! How Good of God to give it all and then leave the tomb to run after me and YOU!
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