Thursday, February 28, 2013

The Hard Running Road

Sometimes there is so much life happening in the living that you can't stop long enough to draw your breath.  You can't stop to feel it all so you keep right on running; keep lacing your feet in tight; keep thinking the light thoughts so your feet can fly.

"God, make me light.  Make me like air so that I won't feel the pounding of my feet or my heart hammering pain and all the hurting lives held in my swirling mind."

Run.  Run away.  Run until you get to the still place where all falls silent and you feel as if you could fly.  You hear your breath coming hard and fast, and you think of him lying on his bed far away.  He said that he's only shed one tear.  You picture him as you watch your face in the reflection of the t.v. screen at the top of the tread mill, and you see his eyes in yours.  Your feet fly, and your heart flies these running thoughts of him that become prayers folding him into your arms again.  Making him small again.  Making him your little boy again.

You run and pray and breathe because...

Only God can help you hold on and let go at the same time.  




  1. How do you always know the words on my heart? I've been running, running, running for weeks, trying to breathe through all the hurting days and survive all the demands of change and loss and beginning again. And I don't know if I've reached the "still place" yet. But when I read your words here, about the still place, it reminds me of a song I've been listening to lately, Jimmy Needham's "Stay": "...where my fears have no voice at all." Yes, that's the place I want to run to. Thank you for reminding me that I don't have to just run *away* from the hard days of a life--I can run *to* the place in Him where my fears have no voice at all. Love to you, Dear One, in the running days.