If you thought this blog was going to be about all the delicious foods I’ve been consuming, you were wrong. This is about a much deeper feeling than the aftermath of a burrito with hot sauce, or a bowl of chili.
Each morning for the past week or so, Helen, Abby and I have been running in the mornings. We usually run up the road a bit, circle around a shopping center, and double back to head home. By 7 in the morning it is already pretty steamy outside, thus making our runs uncomfortably hot. We run at slightly different paces and usually listen to our ipods to get pumped up to take on the heat. Unfortunately my ipod shuffle decided that it was tired of going on runs with me and died, thus leaving me with no music to pump me up.
On a previous cool down Abby had told me that talking while running is supposed to be good and help get a person into shape faster. So, remembering this on the first day of my run sans ipod I decided to sing out loud. It was a little tricky at first, but actually made me feel better at the end of my run. So, I have now adopted singing in place of listening to music.
All of that to get to the point… Today we were running, I was singing and we noticed that traffic was backed up. We continued to run and it became evident that there must have been some sort of accident ahead. My singing switched and became praying for what were coming up on. And then I saw something I NEVER hope to see again. As we approached the police vehicles in the road and police tape, the victim of the accident became visible. A man lay beside his motorcycle in the road, covered in blood and dead.
My heart sank to what felt like the bottom of my feet. I felt as though I knew the man as my heart broke for the loss his family must endure. I could no longer form words of prayer and cried out to the Lord in breaths and sounds that only he could understand. My heart burned with a passionate cry. I felt as though I saw that man the way God does, with inexplicable love.
It is only by the grace of God that I can feel that way about a stranger. I pray that the Lord continues to instill that love for people in me more and more. Despite the weight this site put on my heart I continued to run and chose to praise God, for his love is so much bigger than mine. I believe that he really knows best, even when I don’t understand.
