Finding Momentum

I was out today on a long run (I’m pick­ing up train­ing for the SF Half Marathon in late July). But it was hot… the ther­mo­stat was read­ing 90 degrees at 10 in the morning.

It was a really bad idea.

But I think I finally real­ized what Psalm 63 means:

God, you are my God; earnestly I seek you;
my soul thirsts for you;
my flesh faints for you,
as in a dry and weary land where there is no water.

Run­ning in the sun with the heat unbear­ably invad­ing every pore, I think I’m vis­cer­ally expe­ri­enc­ing what it’s like to seek to crave the shade, to be inex­orably drawn to it, to seek shel­ter. It’s quite some­thing to have noth­ing on your mind but the thought of water, to feel your body on the verge of crum­bling until you can get your­self to a foun­tain and drink deeply and unashamedly.

I expe­ri­enced today what it meant to know and thirst and crave the liv­ing God that much as if life itself depended on it. That’s how I want to live.