Why do I run?


Why do I run?

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The cold air rushes over my numb face.  My heart pounds with every step and my eyes are fixed on the leaf covered trail in front of me.  The yellow and rose colored canopy of trees forms a long tunnel over me.  It’s a beautiful fall morning so I pick up my knees and feel the rush of exhilaration as I get faster and faster.  I cannot be stopped today, my body feels light but my soul feels lighter.  I am lifted up by God on this day and can feel my soul leap out of my chest and leave my heavy sin filled body behind this morning.  My eyes lift up towards the heavens for now, at this moment, I am running with the Lord, my Savior.

I run because this is the gift God gave me.  I feel whole and filled with purpose when I am up early and everyone else is asleep.  I can sense the angels smiling on me and soaring with me in this tunnel of hope.  My body aches and is tired, but my soul is energetic and full of joy; for the Holy Spirit fills my core.  The ground is soft; I cut through the wind, and am comforted at the warmth of God’s smile.

I run because I must discipline my flesh and am willing to honor the Lord with the gift he gave me.  Today, I honor the Lord, and tomorrow I will do it again, because this is how I worship God.  My soul sings with each step, my heart beats strong for God, because at this very moment the enemy no longer exists and cannot touch me.  I run with the Lord, because without him, I would not be here.  I appreciate every breath of oxygen that fills my lungs and strengthens my body.

I run until my body can no longer take another step.  My legs ache, my lungs scream for me to stop, I take deep gasping breaths and raise my arms and reach for the Lord.  Someday soon, He will reach back and lift me up into his arms; someday I will run up to Heaven and into His presence where eternal peace awaits.  Until then, I will get up in the  morning, in the cover of darkness, when everyone else is warm in their beds and will meet the Lord for our morning run.  I will worship and honor my God with the sound of my rhythmic running steps heard only by the trees and the angels that surround me and protect me.  The trail is dark in this earthly world, but filled by light and hope in the spiritual world, for I know that the Lord is with me every step of the way!  Amen.

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