First Church of God

I've had enough sitting in a chair.  I'm going for a run; my first run in almost a year.  I don't care that it's cold and dark and drizzling rain, I'm getting out of this chair.  

At first the dreariness of the night hits me hard.  It's alarming how closely it reflects my mood.  Looking at the sky I can imagine black smokey death eaters descending upon me, trying to suck the life out of me.  I want to run fast, but the best I can do is a walk jog, and this further fuels my frustration.  

But at least I'm moving, and before long I begin to work out the kinks in my spirit as well as my unused muscles.  The cold air actually awakens me to something I've longed for, and the rain refreshes.  I'm running again, sort of, and feeling free in my spirit.

Thirty minutes later I slow to a walk.  Approaching my house I notice my neighbors Christmas lights, and realize the night is not all that dark after all.