Running (UPDATED)

Why do I let pain be the name of the game 

when it only leads to self-pity, sorrow 

and not wanting to face tomorrow?

So what if my legs don't work like they should,

and I sometimes stoop over like I'm made of rotten old wood?

I have a husband who loves me,

three beautiful grown children whom I've raised,

a place to call home,

and I'm winning the race.

Despite all the roadblocks, the curves and the hills,
not to mention the too many u-turns,

there have been green pastures and valleys where God's allowed me to catch my breath and sit still.

I've heard my Lord's voice, and I believe the pain helps me to understand

a little of what my sweet Jesus went through and why He's still holding my hand.

So if this pain is here to stay,

the one thing I am sure of is that one glorious day

I'll have a new body

and will be able to run

through the fields of flowers,
drinking the water of life

and basking in the presence of the Son.

PSALM 27:14

WAIT FOR THE LORD;

BE STRONG

AND TAKE HEART

AND WAIT FOR THE LORD.