i run in the ending dark of first morning. four times around a circled street nearby. an entire stop sign until two miles waves the flag.
S T O P
the letters are my starting and at each coming around again, i whisper to myself strung together words that help put one foot in front of other.
stop means go. stop means go. stop means go…
some days the backwards of it is a reminder to my heart that it is the same for my god.
stop means go. he is not subject to limitation.
now dark has swallowed morning whole in this season and i have not run in weeks. those words have slipped past my mind until today.
today when everything i want to do and be seems to be growing larger while i shrink.
today when i feel no room to take any of ahead in.
today when i am shutting down...not starting up…not passing through…not coming over.
stop is stopping me. and i am whispering…
and he said, “o lord, the god of our fathers, are you not god in the heavens? and are you not ruler over all the kingdoms of the nations? power and might are in your hand so that no one can stand against you.
2 chronicles 20.6 (NASB)