It seemed like forever I'd been there, crumpled in the path immobilized by pain. The longer I was there the more accustomed I grew to that place. I almost forgot what it was like to run, to feel the wind on my face, to see the ground moving beneath my feet. I began to accept where I was, to accept my immobilization. Nothing I did, nothing I tried, took away the pain or healed my injury. I was stuck, I was completely and utterly helpless. I was hopeless.
I had thought myself to be alone, but I wasn't. Somewhere in one of those long days I noticed He was there with me. He'd been there in the questioning, in the anger, in the pain, in the long nights. He'd been there in that path next to my crumpled form, arms open wide. It was on one of those long days I finally reached up.
I have yet to crawl, or walk, or run, but I move . . . as He carries me. Like a child, I wrap my arms tightly around His neck clinging to Him. I was injured, helpless, immobilized, but He picked me up. My God is strong, never does He grow weary or stop. I can't run just yet, but someday I will with His help, for I know that is His desire. For now, He will carry me . . . as long as I need.
Running: 46 miles
Walking: 1 mile
Not sure whether to sing for joy or cry but God is a big God who knows how to care for each of us and yes that does include carrying us sometimes. Thanks for the new map and for finding out where we are at now days dear. Love you.
ReplyDelete