I am running hard and fast. With each passing mile I throw something else to the ground. With each passing tree I realize that I don’t need as much as I thought; it’s all just weighing me down. I’m not sure exactly where I’m going, but my eyes stay fixed on the sun. The heat of the sun fills me up with much, but especially one thing: hrabrost. Courage. Courage to run. Courage not to turn back. Courage not to retrieve my worries. Sometimes I feel uncertain, unsure, but the heat of the sun tells me He is with me. I am running hard and fast.