4 miles as a metaphor for LIFE.

It starts out so bright and full of promise…do we need sunglasses? nah…

then joy in the simple, forward motion. This isn’t a workout, this is a balm to the days stress…!

clouding over a bit, but mile marker 1 is here already…keep pressing on though sun is gone and rain is starting…

death on the road, look up and away quickly…refocus on that patch of blue sky or the green pines that are just as real…

because attitude is all about where you look, and what you focus on…

flash of anger! at the horse trailer that nearly runs you into the ditch…

surprised gratitude! at the red Prius that gives you a hearty thumbs up…

turning now, and it’s halfway to home! Why don’t we do the harder things everyday?

but sudden storms hit unexpected…rain and wind pushing hard…

running and life is hard enough, in sunshine. Add a storm and it’s too much…

no way to avoid it, just push through, but then thunder rumbles loud, lightning flashes close…

so anxious! “don’t worry, it can’t get worse…”

but it does…and pelting hail starts stinging and bouncing off your desperate, pumping arms, as unfeeling cars race past …what do they think of your drenched form?

self-doubt and feeling foolish! who runs in December? why not stay home and eat fudge like everyone else?

renewal comes (always!) with turning the worship music loud as it can go…

rain is so sharp now that you run blind, eyes closed against so much water and barely open to just that dark continuous road below, shoes squishing…

tired. slowing to a defeated walk…are you wet and desperate enough to accept a ride from strangers yet?…they aren’t stopping, anyway…

alone. the beginning of this seems so far back and that first joy seems naive and silly, now…

whispered prayers for help and courage igniting, this familiar, sputtering flame of hope…

where is grit? where is courage? where is determination?

It is here, in the storms that COME TO ALL, both the wicked and the righteous but our hope is in Him…Him with the promises and the power and the strength of 

mounting up with wings like eagles and finish the race set before you

and don’t grow weary in well-doing, for you will reap a harvest if you don’t give up

and so you decide to rush at this mocking giant with only a small pebble and shaky faith…

It’s ONLY A MILE to the red mailbox now…no more trudging with eyes down…let’s DO THIS!

and the rain slows and ha! ironic that now there is blue sky to point the way and this Oregon winter weather is as changing as life’s circumstances, as fickle as emotions…

(oh but dear ones, there IS a finish line and it is closer than we think…)

and stumbling into the warm house, dripping and exhausted…

there is love gathered…saying Well done…!

(and also? “Wow Mom, you are soaked! don’t hug me!!”)

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About sparrowjourney

Christian homeschooling mom to three boys, married to my best friend, John, for over 20 years. I love gardening without gloves, learning history with my kids, cooking with lots of butter, serving others, great books, rich coffee, studying the Bible, camping outdoors, scrapbooking, vintage home decor, the smell of rain and cut grass, authentic people, poetry, laughing until your sides hurt, and babies. oh and black licorice is pretty awesome.
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2 Responses to 4 miles as a metaphor for LIFE.

  1. Faye says:

    What a great way to look at your run and at a life. Thanks for sharing your thoughts with us!

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