And the day God breathed upon your still life, stirring into being the green leaf and the flower, bud upon the branch and light
upon your soul. Here you felt the earth’s air on your petals and your leaves, and squinted into sunlight, gazing high for heaven
until you felt the gardener’s hand gently turning soil and soul, and nurturing you, bud in radiant sun.
Cascading rain absorbed in warm earth turning, heaven of fragrance. What is that sound in the wind and dazzling light?
Oh, the sweet sound of your delight in God. Sometimes it is like the sound of running laughter.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Dreaming of Running
Well, my lovely wife asked me the other day when I would take up running again. I’d been purposely careful about when to restart because I had relapsed just a few weeks ago when I tried to jump back into it too quickly. I had already thought this all through. “5 or 6 am Monday morning”, I said. So, that’s it then. That’s what I’m planning. A few miles to get me back in the saddle. Just enough to toss my heart in heaven’s high praise and God’s glory, just enough to fill me with laughter and joy and purposed effort. If you’ve been on some self-imposed hiatus from the trails, this might be your time to jump too. Come on! Find a trail and sing a song. Carry a prayer as you weave along some forest path watching for the sunrise. Lord willing, I’ll be out there. Oh, friend, get out there and put your heart right close to God’s own beauty. Let’s run our dreams into the reality, and run smack into the wonder of God. Oh, let His greatness overwhelm you as you whisper to Him in the rising light of day. I won’t let a daydream have all the fun. Let’s go running.