Life for has its own special way of reminding me the importance of things.
Before I run, life is a little bit hazier, the sky outside is just a little bit dimmer and the people seem just a little bit less alive. But after the miles on miles, and through the smells and openness of the world, life retains its color and the smiles I never noticed seem to scream out in mid day.
I think there are very specific reasons why the path to God is like running, not simply because of the continued mileage I put in, but because that when I neglect to run or neglect to be in his word and his people my life get’s just a little bit hazier.
After this weekend at Murrieta, I had a great moment of exerting my soul and felt again that intense clarity of love. When my knees hit the floor and my voice broke out in gratitude and sorrow, I connected again with the experience that had been separated by too many weeks in selfishness. The resolution to live for myself, to concern myself with the immediate interests of the material/hierarchical world was made clear to my soul at this moment. And who could help but Praise the Redeeming Lord!
But I also felt in this moment a new contentment. I am so grateful so all of those who I have made deeper acquaintances and connections with. Disagreements come and go, but I appreciate the intimacy that has been shared with some of my favorite people.
And I think back through all the former mountains, former treks across England, Spain, Hungary and trips spent immersed in the melody of whistling wind. The fire from those times will burn deep into my heart.
At Murrieta I gazed into the spring which was hazy, I dipped this body down into the sulfuric waters and meaning poured back into my bones.
Para mi amigas/amigos en el extranjero, y todas las personas que continuar vivir por los otros/el dios, que continuar conversar en la lengua de amor. De bajo de mi corazón, gracias, te amo, y ten cuidado. ¡Uds. tienen una bonita alma!
Avec mon couer, merci beacoup !
-Tim
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Te entiendo, tim. a veces vives cada dia y te parece como la vida esta pasandote. que tu eres un observador, no un participante. la vida se seca y tienes sed por algo mas. estoy muy agradecida a Dios que lo encontraste otra vez en Murrieta y que recuerdas como es este sentimiento, esta verdad, este estado de estar cerca al Padre. Es en estes momentos que das cuenta de que tienes que reemplezar Dios como el centro, el proposito de nuestras vidas. Nuestras vidas no son nuestros. Gracias por tu mensaje, Tim. Cometo, contigo, perseguir Dios para saciar nuestra sed.
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