Filled with hills and unexpected turns.
and so my thoughts were stirred again.
Early this morning Jenny and I went out for our run.
Only a few more days until the 4th.
We have talked about running the 5k
practiced a few times.
Years and years ago I used to run regularly.
Early mornings you would find me
happily running, kicking those miles.
I have never been competitive though.
Times don’t matter much
Just enjoy the wind in my face and that feeling of freedom.
My runs became times of praying
Why I could outline a whole book while I ran those miles.
When Noelle was about 10
she and I ran some races.
It was fun to see here cross the finish line
satisfied to have done what she set out to do.
But that was years ago.
Somehow life got in the way
less time it seems
But now Jenny is at that age.
“Would you like to run a race with me?”
I do like the honesty of kids.
“Well we could just jog and walk it.”
But days later she expressed an interest.
“I like being with you…so ok.”
What had I gotten myself into?
We ran the course for the first time a few days ago.
3 hills. Ugh.
But we did it. She andI.Passing the water bottle back and forth.
All the way. Start to finish.
Talking today as we ran
my twelve year old reminded my of how important it is on a run
The more hills—the more need for water.
As if on cue we both looked at each other
knowing what the other was thinking.
So that’s why we need God’s Word.
I am the Living Water. John 7:37-39
Drink. Drink and drink some more.
There are times in life when I feel like the hill has been endless.
Thirsty and bone tired I have flung myself into His Loving Arms.
Sometimes Psalms. Or Proverbs. Or John. I just love John.
Other times I devour whole books pouring into those precious Words
that touch my heart and satisfy my hunger.
Together we run, Jenny and I,
uphill and down.
Talking and making memories that I will cherish for a lifetime.