Running in the Rain. Metaphorical? Absolutely. I started my 5 mile route this morning at 6:00 like usual. I put my head phones in... however I forget to charge my i-pod last night, so I went music-less for my run this morning (foreshadowing). When I walked outside it was sprinkling rain, and as I continued my route the rain picked up slightly but still nothing I haven't seen or ran in before. Towards my last mile which is the more uphill part of my route, the rain just starts pouring. I mean POURING, dumping buckets. I figured every car that drove by me felt bad for me. I had on dri-fit pants, a jacket and a hat, but it was no match for the torrential rain I was experiencing. I started literally laughing as I ran, because it was so ridiculous. However still, I would never curse my beautiful city, with its grey skies, rain, and tall beautiful green trees. It's a good thing I didn't bring my i-pod on a day like today. It would have been soaked, so thank you Jesus for that.
What's the metaphor here you ask? As I ran up the hill and the rain poured harder, I just thought about how isn't that just like life? Where we get the saying, "when it rains, it pours." This is of course not true of Portland, because it rains ALL the time, but not always is it pouring. But sometimes in life you experience something: heartache, loss, sickness, financial stress, and everything just builds and builds. But you know what I've found? The rain lets up. By the time I reached my house, it was back to sprinkling. If you are reading this and are going through something hard, or stressful, please don't give up. Fight through it, even as things build and escalate, because you know what? The rain eventually stops.
"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest." -Matthew 11:28
P.S I'm sorry I didn't put up happy's and crappy's from last week on Sunday, I was busy with Easter. I promise to make this weeks twice as good.
Love and Fighting Through the Rain