I ran the other day. 

Every step, like the other.  Moving forward.  Measured, strong.  It felt so good, right, perfect.
And I sang.  In my heart, I sang. 

It was the loudest song of praise that noone else could hear. 

I emptied a lot of junk on the track that day, which is maybe why the run felt so good.  My failures, inconsistencies, burdens, fears.  I needed a forgiveness.  Trashing all that seeks its own way to exalt me.  The sweat mingled with sin and it fell till I was soaked.  And I ran. 

I ran into shocking grace.  I ran into freedom.  I ran into pleasure.  It’s not often that I feel the absolute delight of God.   I felt it in this moment.  His words echoed to me over time.

I have loved you with an everlasting love;  I have drawn you with loving-kindness. 
I have loved you with an everlasting love;  I have drawn you with loving-kindness.
I have loved you with an everlasting love;  I have drawn you with loving-kindness. 

There in a ratty old T-shirt and grey sweatpants.  Hair in ponytail.   Surrounded by cinderblock walls.  Running around in circles.  I felt the love of God, as an artist with his prized piece of work. 

His design.  Every detail, purposed.  Every fault, a tribute to His perfect grace.  Every strength, a dim reflection of a greater beauty.   I was His. 

Soaked and reeking in love,  His.

2 Responses to “Running into Love”

1. Leah says:

   February 28, 2010 at 8:32 pm

   Just beautiful. Inspiring.

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   • Kristin says:

     March 5, 2010 at 12:57 pm

     thanks, leah:)

     Reply