I get so easily distracted its not even funny.
And I want to write a book.
Trying to translate the hot mess that's going on in my mind
Into written form is no small feat.
But hopefully you'll find it interesting enough.
Heres are some ramblings from yesterday:
Today is an off day and were chillin at a coffee shop.
Tis morning I jumped out of bed with the passion of a kid
who had just had more sugar than she could handle.
I had to get it out- so I decided to run.
Now, anyone who knows me knows that running to me is the equivalent
of rubbing salt in an open wound.
and all y'all who claim this so-called "runners high" thing?
I guess all I can say is God bless you.
Seriously though.
I find myself wishing I liked running,
because then I'd get my lazy butt out of bed
without feeling like I was punishing myself.
Me, I'd rather do some Zumba and show off my sweet dance moves
(which in reality is like watching a dog chase its tail- a thing both
amusing and sad because you know he's never going to catch it)
Or some kick-boxing to feel like an awesome person who punches things.
So, all this to say, I don't know what came over me,
but I woke up and decided to run.
For the first few minutes i was jammin to 'California Girls,'
Then I turned to some Lecrae.
My pal Shelley says she runs to really peaceful, mellow music.
If I tried to do that, it'd be like promising a kid a trip to Disney Land
and at the last minute saying "we're going to a history museum instead!"
I doubt that kid would be very fond of history after that.
For me, the louder and faster, the better!
makes me feel accomplished.
Ad so, there I was, just continuing to put one foot
in front of the other and declaring stuff left and right
over family and friends back home.
And even though I was so tired I thought I
was going to pass out, somehow I took another step every time.
I treat running like a spiritual thing.
Its when we don't think we can make it one more step
that God rolls in like a knight in shining armor and says
"Finally, you get it!"
And he picks us up and we ride off victoriously together.
Perhaps the best thing about all of this is that
just last night I was so down.
This spirit of apathy just came over me and all
i wanted to do was sit and cry.
turns out the Lord brought joy that night
tat carried into the morning, and I was able to boldly proclaim,
"Get behind me, Satan in the name of Jesus!"
Our declarations hold the power of Christ in them.
And when darkness creeps in toward the light,
it has to flee!!
