a nighttime run
Sometimes my memory is short. I struggle to remember the things I know in my heart to be true. I am glad I have God to remind me of them in the gentle, yet strong way that only He can. I am blessed to call Him the fairest among ten thousand and the Love of my life. Not for anything in the world would I trade my time with Him. He is to me the very breath in my lungs.
Literally. . .the breath in my lungs. There are moments when I run that I do not know how the next step will happen. I do not know where the strength comes from to take one more breath and one more step. You see, my friends, I am not a great runner. I am not even a good runner. But I have never run with the illusion that I am good. I have never had the desire to be a good runner. I have only ever desired one thing in my running. . .that I would love Him as He has loved me.
He gave Himself for me. Died to pay my debt. Every time I place one foot in front of the other, I die a little more to myself out of love for Him. He is the One who first asked me to run; asked me to step out of my comfort zone; asked me to believe in the impossible. He assured me that He would give me the strength I needed to finish because He had already placed it within me to finish.
I believed Him. I still believe Him. Sometimes my memory is just short. Sometimes I just need reminding. Tonight was one such night. The stars overhead reminded me of His faithfulness and promises. The strength came when needed. And for a brief moment, He showed me what He sees when I run. He sees the most beautiful and graceful stride. He sees the woman I am before Him as if I had never fallen. He sees perfection because He sees me through the eyes of Jesus. And they are the eyes of Love.
Literally. . .the breath in my lungs. There are moments when I run that I do not know how the next step will happen. I do not know where the strength comes from to take one more breath and one more step. You see, my friends, I am not a great runner. I am not even a good runner. But I have never run with the illusion that I am good. I have never had the desire to be a good runner. I have only ever desired one thing in my running. . .that I would love Him as He has loved me.
He gave Himself for me. Died to pay my debt. Every time I place one foot in front of the other, I die a little more to myself out of love for Him. He is the One who first asked me to run; asked me to step out of my comfort zone; asked me to believe in the impossible. He assured me that He would give me the strength I needed to finish because He had already placed it within me to finish.
I believed Him. I still believe Him. Sometimes my memory is just short. Sometimes I just need reminding. Tonight was one such night. The stars overhead reminded me of His faithfulness and promises. The strength came when needed. And for a brief moment, He showed me what He sees when I run. He sees the most beautiful and graceful stride. He sees the woman I am before Him as if I had never fallen. He sees perfection because He sees me through the eyes of Jesus. And they are the eyes of Love.
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