by Kadie Rumby
This morning, just like every other morning, I set out for my morning run around the park. At 7:45 am, my shoes were laced and ready. I put on my favorite capree jogging pants and threw on my jacket. My fit band was charged and ready, and my phone was strapped securely to my arm. I even put on gloves and a hat because I knew it was going to be cold this morning.
I got in my car, drove to the park, and stepped on the pavement a few minutes after 8:00. It was a bit darker than usual. There was an overcast in the sky which made things seem very dreary; still, I started my watch and began running.
Step by step, I coursed through the cement path. I began to notice puddles on the ground. Then, the dampness of the trees and fallen leaves…and then it happen. Rain.
It began to trickle in small amounts on my clothes and glasses, but not so much that would result in the interruption of my morning workout. Then, something amazing happened. I felt the overwhelming urge to praise God and give Him thanks. So I lifted my hands and eyes to heaven and said, “Thank you, Lord, for this beautiful day.” Immediately, I felt a sense of satisfaction in my spirit.
By the time I had completed the first mile, I was back at my car. The thought of traveling to the nearest gym seems so logical. It was warm and dry – not to mention I would have the availability of a TV. As I neared my exit route, the urge to give praise and thanks began to rise up in me, again, and I kept running.
The rain became more intense with every passing step. Water droplets clung to my glasses making it hard to see; my shoes and clothes became heavy from moisture. Knowing that I still had another mile to go, I began to pray.
I prayed that my strength and endurance would hold out. In that moment, I felt like I could run through anything. it didn’t matter if the rain stopped. It wasn’t about how dire the circumstances looked; it was about how God could bring me through it. I prayed my entire last lap. I got so caught up in the awe of how God had strategically provided everything I would needed for that day that, before I knew it, had finished what I’d come there to do.
Back at home, in the comfort of my living room, I sit in the new clothes that replace my damp ones. Here, I can replenish and recuperate. Here, I can mend anything that could be worn or broken. This is my sanctuary.
As I gaze out the window at the storm, I could worry if it will be raining when I go back out; however, I choose to remind myself of how the Lord has helped me to overcome before and take comfort in knowing that He will do it again. Today, I choose to not let my circumstances alter my life. Today, I choose to let my life alter my circumstances.