This morning as I ran with the cool winter air around me, I knew exactly what I was going to write about… as I finished my run the words were gone. Those words that formed so easily in my mind as I made my way across the trail were no more. When it’s dark and still outside, being alone with my thoughts gives way to the flow of ideas, the words come so easily even though my plan is to share with the world falls apart. This happens more often than not.
As my day moved forward, I found myself perplexed with trying to recall the amazing story that had formed in the early morning hours. Where did all of those words go? Lost as the overwhelming deadlines, commitments, tasks to complete had entered my day. Oh to be back on the peaceful trail with only my thoughts to occupy my thoughts.
The day will come soon enough when all won’t be lost…
Psalm 62:1-2 My soul finds rest in God alone; my salvation comes from him. He alone is my rock and my salvation; he is my fortress, I will never be shaken.