Feet pounded the ground.

Oh it hurts, gasps, hot liquid dripping down…

I would not call this pleasant it is GLORIOUS.

Not beautiful stain glass sanctuary kind of glorious, but rather a testament of so much more than pretty artwork.  The sweat as it flows down my cheeks, down into your eyes, it is living proof a strength-giving God.

Running, like most things good for us isn’t particularly fun. No lets be honest, it is the anti-thesis of fun, its left foot-right foot ouch after ouch. Its where you become aware of your last meal (for better or worse) its where you come to end of your own strength.

You must let go.

Let go of that ache in your feet, your legs, your chest… most importantly your mind.

Where do you go to let go of your mind? Do you?

Running brings me to terms with my fears, the ones that say ” you don’t have what it takes”

Is that not Satan’s voice, heard echoing in the minds of my sisters everywhere.

The antidote to a ruthless undertaker’s words… left foot- right foot. You keep going. You hold on the blessed assurance of two working legs and an even stronger spirit with each step.  Maybe you aren’t a runner, I sure would identify myself as one either, but what is that frees your mind from the fears that are held so deep?


About RootsSinkDeep

Words to keyboard, not quite the same as pen to paper, but for now in a season of flurry and tiny chaos, this will do. Though I long for the feel of graphite under hand I am grateful for fingers that work the same. May you join me as I seek to find joy in the ordinary?
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