I was out for a run yesterday morning when it started to rain. My initial thought was: Boogers! I’m about to get wet. And then I thought, is that such a bad thing? It was hot and humid. I was soaked with sweat. As long as I protected my iPhone, a little rain should be nothing to fret over. I continued on my run and as I approached a curve I looked up to see blue skies behind the clouds.
I thought, what a great metaphor for life. Oftentimes we fear something we have no need to fear. If we simply look ahead—past our current circumstances, we just might see a favorable outcome within our reach. All we have to do is stay the course and keep plugging along. Things will get better.
So whatever you’re facing today don’t turn back, my friend. Forge ahead and know you are not alone. You’re in good company. Folks like me are running right alongside you. Just remember to look ahead and keep your head up.
The way I see it, if you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain. ~Dolly Parton
For the first time in weeks I took (as in forcefully snatched it out of the day) the time this morning to go for a run. I took our two energetic pointers with me. Since it’s been awhile since our last run, It took a bit for us to get into synch. As we were plodding along (read: sucking wind) early in the run, i was struck with the following thought.
Through the precious blood of Jesus, my husband and I are God’s adopted children. In turn, God birthed the desire to adopt a child and facilitated Jackson’s adoption. Then the three of us adopted these two knuckleheads (thought with all the love in my heart) running along with me. Truth be told, all five of us are as broken as the day is long. Seriously. Our family is a whole bucket full of whacky dysfunction, but God’s amazing grace covers each and every one of us. And that makes it not only okay, but it makes life doable. Even on the worst days when I want nothing more than to pull the covers up over my head and pretend I have nowhere to be, HE has got this. HE carries me. Everything is gonna be alright. And for that I’ll praise Him and worship Him all the days he grants me on this earth. Thank you, LORD! Thank you.
In our joy, we think we hear a whisper.
At first it is too soft. Then only half heard.
We listen carefully as it gathers strength.
We hear a sweetness.
The word is Peace.
It is loud now.
Louder than the explosion of bombs.
We tremble at the sound.
We are thrilled by its presence.
It is what we have hungered for.
Not just the absence of war. But true Peace.
A harmony of spirit, and comfort of courtesies.
Security for our beloveds and their beloveds.
We, Angels and Mortals, Believers and Nonbelievers,
Look heavenward and speak the word aloud.
Peace. We look at each other, then into ourselves,
And we say without shyness or apology or hesitation:
Peace, My Brother.
Peace, My Sister.
Peace, My Soul.