Rounding The Corner
I turned 45 yesterday. And to kick my inaugural day off, I wiped out on my rainy run at the park.
Never saw it coming — as life goes.
Lately, I’ve felt the urge to up my workouts, training for who knows what.
I ran farther, to a new distanced marker — a field-ending sidewalk.
As I planted to pivot my way back, I severely slipped, slapping the ground harder than my pops ever punished.
Shocked, and now mudded, I bounced back up, sliding fingers gingerly over joints — certifying bones were still happily home.
During my post-workout stretch, it came to me that there was more behind my spill than just capsizing chance.
I shared the incident with a good friend later in the day. And through their mouthed understanding, received the revelation that was reaching for me.
You see, I have been asking God to help me attain new levels.
And through my friend’s bequeathed blessing, I received my muddied-message.
I need to increase my reach in all areas — not just the convenient ones.
It is easy to stretch further when we don’t fear snapping, or slapping.
But when it comes to things we feel insecure or afraid of, there is the tendency to tragically tank our twenty seven thousand days we’ve been (averagely) given.
In other areas of life, I’m going to go for it now — harder than ever.
For though the soil stung, it didn’t scar.
And though the spill jarred, it didn’t break.
Turning a corner can involve a sanctimonious splash.
But sometimes buried in a brutal bashing, lies groundbreaking gain — helping us gallop grander than ever.
A genesis moment — another dusted, Spirit-filled start.
