Running...

I just want to hide away for a minute to think… to process… to digest.

It’s easier when we can look off into the distance and easily see our next moves.

So I put on my gym shoes and I hit the pavement.

The easy plodding along, the straight path ahead of me… the pace

My mind wanders across the decisions of the day and the job going away and the income needed…

Running, I know my end goal, I know how far; so I easily make a right.

In real life I face another crossroad.

Where are you God? Why so quiet?

The gnawing feeling of being tested to see the content of my heart eats my side as a cramp sets in.

I slow my thinking to the immediate; do I have what it takes?

I hold my side… I pray God holds my future.

I walk to the next corner; I rethink taking the long way, I feel the constant struggle I seem to face right now.

The second guessing, the weak feeling, the wondering… “Can I do this?”

God help…

The cars stream past endlessly, the lady waives, the breeze blows… almost whispers.

Therefore we also, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which so easily ensnares us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith, who for the joy that was set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame, and has sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.  For consider Him who endured such hostility from sinners against Himself, lest you become weary and discouraged in your souls.  Hebrews 12:1-3

I cross, not choosing the easy path, I set my pace.

Am I running the race to win?

You ran well.  Who hindered you from obeying the truth?  This persuasion does not come from Him who calls you.  Galatians 5:7-8

I rethink my day.  I rethink where I went wrong, where I lost faith, where I tripped, where I was cut in on.

I run.  I pick up the pace.  The sweat breaks out like the joy inside.

I step over the obstacles in my path and I choose…

I choose to win.

I choose to fight.  I choose to trust.

I will say: 

I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. 2 Timothy 4:7

I near my street, my home for now; I realize it’s all just a race.

I fix my eyes on my end goal.

I slow my gate.

He set my course.

He’ll have to make it obvious to me…

I remember the waive, the whisper.

I remember the times He’s done it before.

I smile, I slow… almost home.

I fight the breeze but I press in…

Tired, my foot strikes the pavement sustaining me from my constant falling position.

I let my will fall into His.

I can do this…
On the course He sets.

Then I open the door to winning.