Sometimes anxiety builds in my chest as I sit on the third floor of Centennial and I know that it is my body telling me to move. To get out, like actually get outside and move as I was created to move.
Sometimes I lace up my righteously hot pink running shoes and Jesus tells me "no music today, you will need the silence." Sometimes 3 random songs from ex-boyfriends play over and over in my head when I'm running and I switch between thinking "I can't be thinking about ex-boyfriends, I'm engaged! Am I even allowed to have ex-boyfriends?" and "Jesus, can you remind me again why my ipod isn't currently in my pocket?" Sometimes as my feet pound downhill and my knees scream and I'm finally forced to stop I hear him say: Be. Sometimes as I come to that infamous field where I've layed with the sun on my face and country music in my ears, I look to the left and I look to the right. I decide to go left. Sometimes I see the giant horizontal tree that I climbed last spring when Jesus breathed life into my soul again. I am constant. Sometimes, I wander through the woods, no longer wondering why I wasn't allowed to bring my ipod because His voice is speaking so clearly over and over into my ears. Sometimes I hear the trees that have only half fallen creaking in the wind and I think of my own soul creaking. Do not despair. Sometimes I walk deeper in the woods, no longer leading, but being led. Sometimes I am reminded that my soul is at stake. And the reality hits me like a semi truck. Sometimes, as I weave through the trees, remembering, these words run like a stream. Be. I am constant. Do not despair.
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Rachel
4/8/2015 01:21:12 pm
I love you, and who you're becoming.
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