It is mid-winter and as I get back to work and routine it is easy to feel stressed and over-tired. It is very easy. Lately I have taken it to Jesus, taken it to prayer, this tired discouraged feeling. And clearly I see my Savior holding out His hand and inviting me to take His. And when I do, we run!
In real life I doubt I will ever really run again. My Achilles tendon gets fussy when I stress it too much. I am afraid to run. If I rip that tendon, or what it left of it, I won't be walking anymore and I like to walk. I take care of my tendon. But in my prayer, I run with Jesus.
I ask Him what it means this joyous run we do. It seems that I need to keep going, keep planning, keep dreaming and keep my chin up. There are good things ahead, great things. If I doubt that, all I have to do is imagine all that I was spared by dodging the cancer diagnosis. I have just as much chance of having cancer as the next person, I had a scare that showed me a little of what that would mean. I have reason to fit in those someday things and plans. I have reason to take Jesus' hand and RUN! I can't wait for someday. It may not be there. My days are written out and I can't add a minute to them. I need to pray for the strength and courage to answer the call. And when I hear it, I will run hand in hand with my Lord.