And so I ran.
Muscles stretching, feet pounding pavement
I ran.
Out the door
Into the road
Away
I ran.
Away from thoughts.
Away from concerns.
Away from fears.
I ran.
Away from problems.
Away from responsiblities.
Away from it all.
I ran.
Away.
Consuming the cool morning air, knees aching, feet still pounding
I ran.
To.
Something.
You see, you cannot run away from anything without running toward something else.
I realized that this morning.
I can try to run away.
Fill my mind/time/heart with distractions.
But away from one thing always leads toward another.
As I ran, heart pounding, lungs expanding
Where was I running to?
I had a decision to make.
Where was I going?
Ultimately
Toward the Peace.
Toward the Truth.
Toward the Voice of the One who knows the depths of my heart.
Who truly knows what I am running from.
He fills my lungs as I breathe.
He moves through my veins as my muscles refuse to quit running.
He consumes me.
He sustains me.
He surrounds me.
And urges me onward.
Step by step.
Moment by moment.
I ran.
