The sky is dark and clear for stars to shine as midnight has come and gone. The air is a crisp, cold solitude for sleeping figures still wrapped comfortably in bed within houses warm and snug. The sounds that fill my ears are a passing by of a car or the silent hum of our fridge downstairs. After almost losing a battle with myself to go back to sleep, I realize that if I do indeed not wake up: A) I can’t go running with my loving boyfriend and keep my commitments B) I’m letting my mind psych me into thinking warm and happy thoughts C) I can always take a nap later. It’s then that I push the sheets off quickly, like a band aid on a wound–quick and sudden before I can think about it. The clock on my bedside is screaming: 4:00AM in the red letters that practically talk me into “Please..just a few more minutes…” Yes, it is moments like these I have come to be familiar with. But man is it worth it.
One morning much like my above narration, I had woken up and quite regrettably remembered I needed to rush and get ready. My loving and amazing man who runs every other morning with me at 5 was waiting patiently for me as I had just dressed for our run. After running outside, a quick chit chat, and a small kiss or hug before our run–we’re off! I have never loved anything like running until now. (Having someone to encourage you and know that they are there for you as much as you are there for them is awesome. No lie. I am crazy blessed!) The feel of the morning air pushing past me with each step is exhilarating and makes the small puffs of air worthwhile in the stillness of the morning. The moon beats down on the track we have frequented since we had started our routine, and the stars are shaped in wonder. God is so good. I have learned in our runs that God is everywhere in everything in creation. Like one morning I remember running and looking up in the sky to see a question mark made of stars. Seriously, it was like God asking: “Hey my sweet daughter, what’s on your mind?”
Cool stuff.
After much physical effort to survive the last lap, and my love’s ease of gliding straight through it–we both head back to the house pushing each other to the end silently with each pound of the pavement. It was then that I looked up and saw the most beautiful sight, and had to do a double take. It was twilight. Before us the sky was painted yellow and a hue of orange. The purples were whispering to the pinks that melted into the blues, which faded back into the night still not willing to surrender. Imagine the sunrise of all sunrises, while you are out of breath and zapped of all energy. I remember being ecstatic. Sad, probably. But still I looked at the sun and immediately opened my mouth and told my boyfriend: “Look at that! It’s twilight!” My heart was pounding in rapture. My Father made this beautiful sunrise! He MADE it. The colors, the sun, the sky, the air I am breathing, the joy that I am feeling. It sounds so elementary–but seriously: He is beyond words in His Glory and beautiful works. I cannot imagine heaven’s affect on me if just a sunrise can steal my breath and send me into inner (and outer) exultation. It gave me the strength to make it through those last four minutes with a speed even I was proud of
Just wanted to shout a praise to our God. Is He not awesome? I love Him.
In Love,
joyfulpraisegirl









