I can't place it, figure it out, or contain it. My heart is full and I struggle to describe it.
I often shirk back to comfortable corners - away from the bumps and bedazzled of life - yet it finds me. It fills me and holds me. It told me - long ago - that it would enfold me.
But I wander, not too far or wide, just enough to feel a nagging inside. I can't place it, figure it out, or contain it. My heart is full and I struggle to describe it.
It beckons and woos me. But yet it eludes me ... As I fill every space of margin in my life with things that would consume me.
Then in the stillness I try so hard to avoid, I am met by a comforting presence, so bold.
First a grief for missing out on such precious times - quietly sitting with this Savior of mine.
No words, no words ever need to be said. He hears, he knows - like the number of hairs on my head - my many quirks, the way I can be a jerk, how much I strive and at the same time, lie - about what really matters to me on the inside. And yet He loves me.
This love knows me and accepts me; this love suffered and died for me. And I can't place it, figure it out, or contain it. I just know my heart is full and I struggle to describe it.
LORD, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth!
When I consider your heavens,
the work of your fingers,
the moon and the stars, which you have set in place,
what is mankind that you are mindful of them,
human beings that you care for them?
2011 Nike Women's Marathon Finisher!
After 6 hours and 12 minutes, I finally crossed the finish line of what I vowed would me my 1st and last marathon ever. Oddly enough, I started to reconsider 3 days later ... after the soreness went away :)
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