Zeph. 3:17...
The LORD your God is in your midst,
A victorious warrior
He will exult over you with joy,
He will be quiet in His love,
He will rejoice over you with shouts of joy...
Angela on the other hand is born to run. :) In her deep kindness, she slows down when she runs with me, and I get to breathe. I run just hard enough to where I can grunt out short phrases while she is speaking. I'd much rather listen anyway, especially because it's Angela!
The best part of the run this morning was waking up in the dark and realizing I didn't have to run alone.
It is getting easier to breakthrough the shell of inconsistent, fearful indifference.
And, like the little spot at the bottom of a boiled egg, there is only enough air to peck my way out, and not enough to remain.
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