She'd run into walls. Self sufficiently focused in her stride, yet unaware of what lay beyond her wearied route, worn thin.
Instead of running to safety, or ever feeling closer to what she even really wanted, she ran full on, over and over into what would never give her what she really needs.
But she kept running.
Until she got tired, of running and walls and bumps and bruises. Of wounds that never heal.
There was validity, she reminded herself, reasons for her running, of course. She just ran in the wrong direction- away.
So, after years of stubbornness wore. her out . . .
She finally stopped.
. . . unable to gather enough of anything for even just one more step. She couldn't face one more concrete slap in the heart.
Because sometimes it's easier to just keep running the wrong way. At least we believe we're getting somewhere. And where trusts ends with the one we should be running to, we try to do life's marathon alone. But then when grace seeps into our broken places just a little more, we realize just how easy it would be really, if we just -
Stop. Right there.
And He's with us, just like he has been, even running beside us, comforting our weariness, mending us along the way.
Just waiting for that day He knew would come, right around the bend,
Where we would finally be all run out of our own strength, zest and zeal. Finally run out if us and ready to truly, fully, put our hope, all of it, in Him.
So we fall into His love and grace-filled embrace ready to strengthen and fill us to really run the race we were meant to, with smiles and tears streaming down our face.
Fit from within, empowered to finish strong and free.
To you, and running and walls and weariness . . . May you find rest- true, deep, invigorating rest for your soul today in the One who loves you most,
“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”