Didn't even plan on it. I went out to run because I needed to blow off some anger and frustration. I ran fast. I haven't worked out in so long that if I weren't so blinded by my frustration, I would have been surprised, if not proud, that I could run so fast for so long. But I got so angry just thinking about everything that after a while I couldn't run anymore, and so I sat down in some obscure area in my neighborhood and curled up into a ball, hugging my knees. And then I shut the world out.
It was then that it started to rain. For a while, I couldn't think. I just sat there, shivering on the wet bricks, and looked up at the gray sky, literally soaking it all in. Then, after a while, without even thinking about it, I just blurted out, "God...?" wondering if He'd hear me even after all this time of neglecting Him, hoping that He'd comfort me, if just for a moment. Right then, the rain came to a stop.
And that's all I needed. Now if that wasn't a clear manifestation of His love and mercy and compassion, then I don't know what is.
Aww...... Angie...
ReplyDeleteOver Thanksgiving break, I did that........... I got out of the house at night, walked down the street away from the house, sat on a curb, and curled up in a ball in the freezing cold... I felt like going insane.
'Cept it wasn't raining, and I didn't call out to God, and I didn't get a sign.. and... I didn't run, either.
Ahh.... we need to catch up!!! I'll be home Wednesday night!!!!!