Let the tears RUN down

Lately I get emotional when I run.
It is like running is seriously therapy for me.
I have always joked about running being therapy.
Only now do I truly believe that it is.
The last few times I have run, I get tears in my eyes.
No, not from pain, or being tired....
Tears of joy, tears of amazement, tears of wonder.
My runs have taken on new direction,
New paths to discover.
The roads less traveled.
Wide open spaces, with unknown places.

My Run Dedicated to Levi

About a couple weeks ago I went on a run. My heart was burdened to pray for my son Levi. I as a mom am always thinking of my boys and desire the utmost for them, but often feel that I can never give enough.
So there I was. Shoes laced up, just dropped off Levi at school, and I felt sad. Sad that I was leaving Levi at school. Sad that he may miss me. Sad that my little boy may some day be made fun of. Sad that I can no longer protect his innocence. Just SAD.
So I ran, and I prayed.

I offered up concerns and worries about my little boy. I prayed for wisdom;I prayed for peace. As I was praying these requests, I turned the corner, and witnessed the most astounding sight.
And I got emotional, and the tears came to my eyes.

The gargantuan mountains stood in the midst of the brightest of suns. And what looked like two appendages, were clouds reaching out from the mountains. I felt peace instantly. I felt calm, and pictured God's arms reaching to me, as the appendages reaching from the mountains. The sun reminded me how even in the midst of darkness and sadness, God will direct his light and provide a way to see.
Levi will always be in good hands.
Why do I fear?
The Lord is with me.

"That was my mommy"

Here it goes again.....
"What a beautiful morning", I thought to myself, "I need to go for a run."
So there I was, shoes laced up, hair pulled tight, and this time I was not sad.
I was happy. Happy that I am truly blessed with two boys and a wonderful husband.
Happy that I am able to run. Happy with what I have. HAPPY.
So I went on a relaxing run. I said "good morning" to everyone in sight.
I took in deep breaths of air, smelling the scents of apples from the trees.
Feeling the rustle of leaves upon my feet.
It is fall, my favorite season to run!
I always pass my son's school-not too unusual.
But this time, my son's class was hopping in a line in front of the school.
I could see the striking blonde hair of Levi from a distance and knew this was my child.
He did not notice me-yet.
I thought, "should I stop and say hi" (might disrupt the class- you know how teachers don't like interruptions!)
"or, just run by and he won't notice me."
Without thinking too much, I darted up the grassy hill where the class was hopping,
and I reached out and gave my little boy the biggest hug and kiss ever.
I darted back down the hill en route to my house.
The teacher never even noticed I was there until she heard Levi saying in the loudest voice:
"That was my mommy Mrs. Fugger!"
He said it with such delight and excitement.
As the kids were hopping back to their classroom,
I was running home, trying to catch the tears that were RUNNING from my eyes.
THIS IS WHY I RUN