On Sunday–I was running.

It was only for about ten minutes, but ah–beautiful. It was eighty degrees with a heavy wind that was making my hair fly, making me fly.

Throughout the past three months, I have had dreams about running. My arm would be free and without pain, and I would wake up aching to go for a run but unable to do so. On Sunday the dreams came alive. And there was no pain.

I am no longer running

away

from what scares me.

Now I am running

to

a life of full.

Now I am running

to

my preslatki Jesus.

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