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Spring

 
One way that I know it is spring is I really want to run again.
I do not like treadmills and indoor running. I like running through woods and by water. This is great, except during the winter when paths become covered by snow and ice. I know that athletic stores sell shoes with spikes for those extra committed winter runners, but I’m not really in that category. I slip and fall easily enough when snow and ice are not involved, so running when they are involved just seems unwise. As a result, I usually don’t run much during January, February and March.
It is right around this time of year that I start to really miss running. I miss the way my feet pound the ground underneath me and my breath goes in and out with the fast pumping of my heart. I miss those moments when my whole body is working hard and my mind is free to engage with God, nature around me and the things that are happening in my life. Sometimes I pray while I run or sing out loud with my music. I have even cried on runs when God is speaking and His Word finally gets in and my heart is moved. I like to imagine that Jesus puts on His running shoes and goes with me. I think of us sharing these morning excursions and preparing my heart for the day ahead. My posture is partnership as we run together, but I follow His lead and this is how I want my life to be.
My first run of this spring is happening tomorrow morning. I’m ready to reengage my body, my soul and my spirit in this important work.
Still Counting Gifts:
·         #721: Soaking up sunshine
·         #722: 40 ° weather that feels warm enough for me to leave my coat in the car
·         #723: Finishing at 6 PM instead of 7 PM, twice in the same week
·         #724: Easter and Jesus’ sacrifice
·         #725: New clients that God picked out just for me
·         #726: Homemade hummus
·         #727: Letting God’s love come into me more
·         #728: Choosing to trust God instead of trying to figure everything out all the time

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