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.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
To Carry Me
This may be why I enjoy distance running. It keeps me in an attitude of dependence, a life of clinging. Today I made a final tapering run in preparation for my 50K event on Saturday. I returned to Purgatory Park for another fairly easy workout. It was just about 3pm and 85F with a good breeze to keep me cool. I ran three circuits for 3.68 miles in 38:46 minutes. It was enough, I thought, and I headed for home. I am as ready as I will be. It is now the Lord’s time to carry me – as always – along the trails and the distance. Pray that I will run clinging to Him. It is my joy and His glory. I pray that you will be clinging to Him as well. And in Him we can run hard and true. Hold on.