I live in a state with beautiful outdoor scenery and trails galore, perfect for a runner like myself. Running outside is an opportunity for me to breathe in fresh air, let go of stress, and experience a sense of freedom as my feet hit the ground and propel forward.
But the best part of running outside is the opportunity to experience the presence of the King.
Several weeks ago, I was out for a run on a nearby mountain trail. It was a trail I’ve run on many times, but each time I experience something new.
On this day in the late afternoon, the sun was shining and autumn air was blowing in. The brushstrokes of white clouds painted in the blue sky were breathtaking. I’ve always been fond of clouds because each one is unique.
With each stride I took, the noise of the world faded away as the King spoke His whispers of love to me. As I traveled up and down hills with the crunch of the earth beneath my feet, my soul felt peace and my heart filled with gratitude for the glory displayed before my eyes.
I remembered back many years to when running was more about burning calories and I wouldn’t have stopped to take a picture of beautiful scenery.
But this day, I stopped to capture the beauty.
How many minutes or miles I had gone didn’t matter. The presence of the King was thick and I wanted a picture to remember the moment by.
After a few clicks, I continued on. I saw three trees off to the left in a valley — and those three trees reminded me of the moment in time over 2000 years ago when the King came down to earth and gave up His life so that we can have eternal life.
And it’s as if He were reminding me that life is a gift, every breath is a gift, and the greatest gift we can ever receive is Him.
I jogged onward and wet drops trickled down my face – an overflowing of gratitude for all my King has done for me. For His steadfast love, faithfulness, goodness, and kindness. For the transformation He has done in me and is continuing to do. For the peace and joy and hope I know today.
As I ventured across the mountain trails, I slowed down from the fast pace of everyday life and ran in the rhythms of grace with my King.
Those peaceful hills calmed my soul and I didn’t want to say good-bye, but two very special people were waiting for me at home. On the way back, I gazed up and saw the moon. Another whisper and my heart whispered back thanks.
The King has met me on those trails many times, but there was something especially sacred about that day.