Running Over Again

My feet hit the ground, eyes gazing around this work before me, begun at the beginning of time. The river reminds me of home, the water, the birds, the green trees, they all point not only to a home I have 2000 miles from this point, but beyond that, beyond to a home eternal, a hope that is everlasting. Man, do I love running. There is something about being away from buildings, cars, pollution that feels safe. Away from broken relationships, where it's just Jesus and me. It is safe but it is not permanent. My soul clings to the woods for it cannot hurt me like people can, I cannot damage the woods like I bring damage, pride, selfish desires to the relationships around me. Like a convent that promises safety, but cannot produce sanctification, so these woods have become for the here and now. Can't I just run here forever? My soul, and body at this point, as the run nears towards an end, are ready for the next thing. Solitude cannot sustain, Jesus alone can. I have this uncanny ability to place my hope in others. Whether that is to make me feel loved, worthy, accepted, you can meet me for two seconds and even in that moment will I seek your acceptance and approval.