I reflect back to times where I enjoy running the most....it is the last stretch of run, a mile and a half, my tennis shoes fall into the lush green grass cushioning my feet, country fields spread wide on each side of me. And here my sense of enjoyment is compounded; I love to feel the warm summer rains fall on my face, big plump drops, as it rolls down from all corners of my head. I am lulled by the showers of God's creation. My body is soaked; but I don't care. I keep my focus, my arms relax, my stride lengthens, and I feel like the rain drops feed me breaths of Oxygen as my mouth gulps in the rain to my tongue. How it feels strangely wonderful and hard at the same time.
(copied from my eSword)
Hebrews 12:1-3
v.1 ....let us also lay aside every encumbrance, the sin which so easily entangles us, and let us run with enudurance the race that is set before us v.2Fixing our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfector of faith, who for the joy set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame, and has sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. v3 Consider Him who has endured such hostility by sinners against Himself, so that you may not grow weary and lose heart.
