Just Keep Running

I always tell people that it’s like when He finally got me He grabbed my hand and started running, almost as though He had to make up for lost time. And to be honest I’ve never been the strongest runner, so keeping up was hard at times. I often stopped when He wanted me to keep going, took a wrong turn and got lost, or just blatantly started running away from Him in hopes that I could eventually stop running altogether. But it was in this—the failing and disobedience and questions and doubt— that my true testimony was formed. 

Wake Up ― The Poem

Often times, all we do is focus on the darkness that envelopes us. We hide behind walls and remove our sight from the light that is always there. Light is always there, but we aren't and that's when darkness consumes us, blinds us from the truth that is right in front of us and shields us from the peace fighting to get through to our hearts. ...Wake up.

Wake Up.

The blinds in my room are always slightly open. I love waking up to little specks of soft light on my walls as they devour every inch of the room each and every morning. This light is what urges me to wake up most days. The gift of novelty that comes with the start of each new day excites me. What does God have to show me today? What does He have planned for us? There are some mornings, though, that worry, despair, and the longing for more urge me to stay in bed, close the blinds, and tell God "not today". Today was that kind of morning.