Road Block

Running. I love the sore, sweating feeling after a long hard run. I love feeling like I can do somethings that other mortals see as impossible. I love feeling the cold on my face on an early morning run and watching the sun wake up the land. I love using my feet to explore. It is my quiet, my rest, my place of escape. Running is my passion, but I often allow myself to be side tracked by the warmth of my bed or the excuse that, "I am too busy." That is until, the pain in my foot says that I can not make that early morning pilgrimage or that afternoon date with the treadmill. Now that I can't run, I lament that my plan to try to run an ultra with my husband might not happen this year. Before, I made excuses not to run, now I wish that the doctor's diagnosis could be wrong. Well, at least he didn't tell me that I can't run ever again. The recovery from the surgery should only take a few months. It is shorter than it could be. I will take it and enjoy the time to focus on other things that I often overlook because I can do them. Today, I will read with my daughter, play games with and listen to my sons, smile at my husband, and cuddle my baby. There will come a day when they won't ask me to listen, to play, to read, to cuddle. I don't want to regret not taking each opportunity to love them right now. I will also take a moment to worship and praise the mighty King of Kings and Lord of Lords who will one day command all the worship and praise of all peoples. What a joy to praise out of a full heart and not one of fear!