Monday, May 23, 2005
This IS my home...
It’s 5am. I’m up--reading my Bible, journaling—Starbucks--speak Holy Spirit. Too many decisions to make. Too many issues. Too little time. I am not nearly enough--broken, impatient, energized, fragile, intense, harsh, gentle, stout, tired, firm, enduring, fruitful--how is it I can feel all those things at once. Your Word speaks--hope is always there, along with conviction, instruction, encouragement, and lots of direction. Personal worship--a discipline--at one time maybe--but now, a necessity--a life-source connection. It’s now inconceivable that I could have lived without this for so long.
6am. OK, time to hit the street. Shoes tied, stretching done, headphones on--MP3 loud--start me with something soft--oh yeah . . . this is good. I pass the tall skinny guy--kinky hair, somewhat bent over--exchange waves. Limbering up. First 15 minutes getting into a groove. Second 15 minutes, pass our church . . . now I’m thinking a lot. Focus on one thing, let that oxygen in your brain focus just on one problem, one thing--think it all the way through. I’m amazed how much clarity I get while I’m running. Focusing on one thing. Oh, there’s the guy struggling through a divorce—Father, give him hope. Old lady walking, no hair on her head—cancer--she smiles and waves. Father, touch her body. Barking, I hear it through these headphones. If that big German shepherd ever gets out, I’m dead meat!!!!! Better talk nice dog talk just in case one day, “Hey boy, hey fella, nice dog, good dog, hey buddy.” Doesn’t seem to help! Nothing like running to Newsboys, Van Halen, ZZ Top, EuroDance, Planet Shakers, Roccin’ Moroccan’s . . .Back to that one thing. Why didn’t I think of this sooner-- this will work. Passed my park--I see the roofline on my house, 3 more minutes. 58 have passed, too slow, gotta go faster. Jakarta, Cairo, Hanoi, Sydney, Nairobi, Kandahar, Dubai, Port Dickson, Katmandu . . . I’ve run in all of them and many more--but nothing looks as good as that roofline! Almost there. No more butter! No more Blue Bell! No more fried foods!! Sugar is NOT our friend!
My study, my street, my neighbors, my friends, my house . . . Your world. From this hill be glorified in this life and this family. From this hill, may I touch my community, my country, and Your world. May nations be engaged--from this spot, an unlikely spot with an unlikely person. I’m not nearly enough--but You are, here I go . . . this day begins . . . this servant moves out--this is my home, my community, my family and friends. This day I make my stand, once again. This is my home whether I am far or near.
6am. OK, time to hit the street. Shoes tied, stretching done, headphones on--MP3 loud--start me with something soft--oh yeah . . . this is good. I pass the tall skinny guy--kinky hair, somewhat bent over--exchange waves. Limbering up. First 15 minutes getting into a groove. Second 15 minutes, pass our church . . . now I’m thinking a lot. Focus on one thing, let that oxygen in your brain focus just on one problem, one thing--think it all the way through. I’m amazed how much clarity I get while I’m running. Focusing on one thing. Oh, there’s the guy struggling through a divorce—Father, give him hope. Old lady walking, no hair on her head—cancer--she smiles and waves. Father, touch her body. Barking, I hear it through these headphones. If that big German shepherd ever gets out, I’m dead meat!!!!! Better talk nice dog talk just in case one day, “Hey boy, hey fella, nice dog, good dog, hey buddy.” Doesn’t seem to help! Nothing like running to Newsboys, Van Halen, ZZ Top, EuroDance, Planet Shakers, Roccin’ Moroccan’s . . .Back to that one thing. Why didn’t I think of this sooner-- this will work. Passed my park--I see the roofline on my house, 3 more minutes. 58 have passed, too slow, gotta go faster. Jakarta, Cairo, Hanoi, Sydney, Nairobi, Kandahar, Dubai, Port Dickson, Katmandu . . . I’ve run in all of them and many more--but nothing looks as good as that roofline! Almost there. No more butter! No more Blue Bell! No more fried foods!! Sugar is NOT our friend!
My study, my street, my neighbors, my friends, my house . . . Your world. From this hill be glorified in this life and this family. From this hill, may I touch my community, my country, and Your world. May nations be engaged--from this spot, an unlikely spot with an unlikely person. I’m not nearly enough--but You are, here I go . . . this day begins . . . this servant moves out--this is my home, my community, my family and friends. This day I make my stand, once again. This is my home whether I am far or near.
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