From the Gypsy Mama:
- 1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. Most importantly: leave a comment for the person who linked up before you – encouraging them in their writing!
Unexpectedly, I am at home with a sick child. So my long run of 14 miles got cut short to 10 because that is all I had time for before I took my youngest to school. 10 miles in the dark. In the cold. And as I run, I am alert for the nocturnal creatures that sometimes like to come out...the possums, the raccoons, the coyotes, and deer.
Fortunately, I only had to commune with a single doe. I think it was a teenager one -- he was all by his lonesome and I think he was hurrying home to make it back before curfew.
I was thinking while I ran in the dark, the full moon illuminating my path, how it easy it is to sometimes let darkness and chill invade a heart. Thoughts can run wild if we let ourselves be infiltrated, if we don't arm ourselves with the protection that only He can give us. Those unexpected thoughts that pop up in our head -- the ones that we know we need not pay attention to -- but when we are dark and chilled, we let them sit with us for a bit. And perhaps we find ourselves on the out-of-control side because we've been away from warmth and light for a few minutes too long.
When I break free of the thought that has held me captive for this moment too long, when I realize that this dark and cold is not something I want to carry into my heart, I reach, unexpectedly on this 10 mile jaunt, out to Him. Like a little child, I ask Him to chase away the insidious thoughts that have intruded on my safe haven that I have with Him. I ask Him to wash me in His light. I ask Him to be strong in the face of my weakness. I ask Him to be a big Daddy.
And He is. As the light of dawn begins to illuminate my word, as the warmth of the rays slowly thaws this aching heart, I am safe once again.