running...worship...hmmm

So ever since it started getting darker earlier and my schedule changed back to 11-7, I told myself I was going to do a morning run instead of running in the evenings. Well, after the excitement of my first 5k was over, my desire to run dwindled a bit. Last week, I felt so lazy and blah and tired that I didn't do any real running at all (except for a little in the middle of the week). I found out that last week was my PMS week (go figure) as I'm now dealing with my wonderful TOM. It didn't dissuade me from getting my butt out of bed and going for a run today. I went to bed early, woke up around 5:15, read until 6:45, then got my shoes on and headed out of the house.

The run was amazing. The first mile plus I ran and had a good pace going, then stopped and walked. During my walk, on the beautiful morning with greenlake not so full and all new and fresh, I had this thought of "why don't you put on a little worship music?" I'm sure it was a gentle nudge from God, but it was clear, and I just knew I had to. So I did, and it was the best decision I've made.

As I was running I realized that everything that I've had, including this newly found love for running, has come because of help and grace from God. I remember crying and praying to God to help me, to change me, to give me courage and to show me how to live my life to the fullest. And here I am, happy, healthy, trying new things, and loving every second that is given me in the day. The first song that I listened to was "Came to my Rescue" and the chorus goes "I called, you answered...and you came to my rescue and I want to be where you are." And it's true. I called, I asked, and he came to my rescue. It came in the form of him giving me courage to try and me saying yes to him. It came in the form of him showing me sparkpeople...and me responding to the resource. It came in the form of being challenged to run (something I've been wanting to do for a long time) and me saying yes and training for c25k.

He has laid a path before me that is greater than anything I can have imagined, and all it takes is my response of "yes" to him and the things he wants for me. I want my running not to be worship of my abilities and growing strength. I want my running to be an act of worship to him and how good he is. Every breath that I take and every mile that I run will be for him, because of what he's done for me. He came to my rescue. God is good.