I didn’t realize, when I started, how very spiritual running would become. I mean, I had heard people talk about it, but those were crazy people who do crazy things, like run for fun. 😂
Running has become prayer and praise.
It’s gratitude. It’s bonding with people I love. It’s honoring the imperfect place I’m coming from.
It’s confronting ugly fears born of shame and searching for a place to belong. The fighting for truth and resting in imperfection.
It’s forcing me to give space for hurt and rejection – where I don’t run from them, but they don’t get to consume me either.
It’s falling in love with who God says I am, in spite of all the things I say I am.
It’s by far the single most challenging thing I’ve ever done for myself.