Imagine

Imagine you're running.
running so fast you can't see the objects flying past you.
One barely misses your eye.
Another whizzes past your knee.
running.
run hard child.
You close your eyes so you can't see what's in front of you.
That doesn't help,
but it activates your faith that nothing will harm you.
running still.
A stumble in your faith hits you in the head.
You run out of thoughts.
The death of a loved one clips you in the eyes.
You can't see where you're going.
A broken relationship barrels into your side.
You feel sick.
So you're struggling, running, struggling.
Unconscious, blind, and sick.
And somehow the energy inside you only grows greater.
Because you're heart's still pumping for no other reason,
other than each valve is in the hands of the Father.
He's beating, he's flowing, he's revitalizing.
You're running.
Naked and broken.
Worthless but made new.
Alone and restless.
running hard.
running still.
running the race.
run hard child.

~Laramie