Yesterday I went for a run because I needed to clear my head a little bit and get some fresh air. I went running with Danny Sheeks too. Now, if you know anything about Danny, you know he doesn't run. Let me explain. When I run, my thoughts go in any number of directions, but somehow they eventually got to the words that helped me pick the title for my blog, Soar. Is. 40.31 talks about soaring and it also relates to physical exhaustion. These words were the words Danny spoke the night before every freshman football game. Our team met to get ready for the next day and, for whatever reason, Danny would recite these words to the guys. The father always has a way of making everything in our lives fit into his plan. I really needed a pick-up yesterday and he sent me encouragement via a Danny flashback.
Sitting around in training all day and eating the best/worst foods of America before going overseas isn't the best for the waistline. These are some of the encouraging words the h.s. spoke to me during my run yesterday. A shepherd of an American flock told me that this line of work creates higher summits and lower valleys. David said something about darkness and shadows in valleys in the 23rd song. I don't have to be afraid of anything. All things are possible, and I can do all things because he gives me strength. I emptied myself of the bad food feeling, the problems, the downs, the blah, and the h.s. filled me up with love and guidance.
The father told the serpent to crawl on his belly and eat dust. Yeterday, he ate my dust. I ran and left the serpent in my dust. I started out running away (from my host house) with problems, a bummer attitude, and a discouraged outlook. I ran back (to the house) with a calmed spirit and renewed strength. I will strive to keep running like a little child to his father's arms in the next couple months. I will always find comfort there. The trust of a small child, something to reflect daily in our lives.
