Run! ~ 1 Corinthians 9:26 ~

"Therefore, I do not run like someone running aimlessly.."

I love running. Please don't misunderstood. I'm not an athlete and I don't run fast. Sometimes I didn't really run. I just put my running shoes on, warm myself up, and go into my happy pace. 

Shoes on, headphones in, wind in my hair. I never thought running would be one of my favourite thing to do and one thing I love about my run is the moment I have with myself. To feel the wind,the music I'm listening to, and to listen to the unwritten symphonies in my footsteps, all combining.

When I run, I like to observe the colours of the sky, the transition of it. Sometimes the evening sky was so bright, orange, sometimes it could be light blue, sometimes grey.

It is not easy actually. Sometimes it hurts but it worth. The first time I began to be serious in my run, I think each steps I had was just a sigh of anxiety. I wan't sure what was my purpose of running back then.

But somewhere in that empty run,those dry steps, those meaningless sweat, you can guess who came, catching me from behind, taking the empty space beside me, running along with me, in that very humble track I'm on. It was Him.

Yes, I meet Him in my run. I never thought I would. But I did. 

I guess it was the Holy Spirit that inspired me, telling me to search for a good purpose to continue running. And there is nothing better than making my run a holy one. A time to be with Him, to listen while I run. 

And yes! Since then, my run never be an ordinary run. Because He is there with me on the track. I experienced many things since then. I used to have a ponytail on my head when I run and always, I could feel the sweat dropping from the tip of my ponytail down to my calves. I never knew why, but each time it happened, something reminded me of the journey Jesus was having when He carried the cross to Calvary. How many times He fell down, how the blood and sweat ran down His face. For a minute there, I lost myself. I don't know why but that vision came to me.

My run is no longer the same now. Yes it still hurts but I just can't explain how amazing things can be when grace is all around. How miraculous it can be. It hurts, but I don't dare to lose it, I don't dare to forget how it feels like. The tired I get, the stronger I became. I can't explain that. You know why.

Now I have a solid purpose to run and I'm learning see my life as a holy run. Running with Him on the track called 'life'. Running His mission on this broken piece of the universe. 

So I will run.  Running to Him, running with Him.

"Therefore I do not run like a man running aimlessly; I do not fight like a man beating the air."

~ 1Corinthians 9:26 ~