It happened quite by accident.
Mornings began early with me putting on my running shoes
and leaving my house.
It was just beginning to grow lighter
and my running settled into a moderate pace.
Listening to the awakening birds.
Watching the first light.
Admiring the flowers with dewdrops on their petals.
My first prayers were ones of thanks.
“Thank you, Lord, for creating such a beautiful world.”
“Thank you for the birds singing in the early morning.”
Thank you, God.”
And gradually my conversation with God changed to
“Forgive me, Lord, for worrying about that.
Help me to trust you.”
My conversations with God were an undistracted time
when I could simply pour out my heart.
“Boy, I really need wisdom in handling that….”
One thought after another became a prayer.
Sharing with the One I loved more than anything or anyone
and listening to His quiet whisper.
My steps kept on and so did my conversation with the Father.
Somehow my prayers grew deeper out there on the streets
in the early morning.
Somehow I sensed I had connected with His Pleasure
as I ran.
Hills became nothing as I was deep in my conversations.
Way before I was ready to be done
my morning run was over
and I showered and dressed for my job as a first grade teacher.
But these prayer runs set a foundation for me.
One that focused me, nourished my soul, and grew within me
a relationship that has been so precious through the years.
Yes, I could have prayed at home
Or in the car
Or at a church
But for me, this rhythm of prayer runs
Became a place where I knew and was known.
God seemed to run with me.
Smiling His pleasure.
Some folks have discovered the benefit of prayer walks.
But for me, the prayer runs are the diamonds
in the midst of ordinary living.
Through them I have been transformed
from a stressed out woman to one who is continually growing stronger.
And if one day I’m not able to run and pray
I will walk
always enjoying the wonder
that He walks with me and talks with me.
That wonder never grows old.