“My mama always said you gotta put the past behind you before you can move on. I think that’s what all my running was about.” ~Forrest Gump
Have you ever found yourself running as though you were fleeing for your life, fleeing for your safety? Maybe you didn’t realize it until you stopped running… Maybe you’re still running… Maybe you’ve blessed to never have to run…
I’m a runner. The Army turned me into one. I run to release the stress day. I run to begin the day. I run because it feels good! I run.
I’m a runner. Sometimes I towards trouble – the Army did that to me too. Sometimes I run away from conflict. Sometimes I hide behind this mask or that mask to hide my true feelings. Sometimes I hide behind this emotion, that behavior. Oh yes, I’m a runner. On really good days, I fool not only everyone around me – on good days, I very nearly fool myself. I may be one of the best runners.
Still, after all that running, eventually, you have no choice but to stop. Today, I was running, full speed, only to be stopped, dead in my tracks. At first, I was relieved! Then, I realized WHO stopped me…
He stopped me dead in my tracks you see, showed me a mirror so I could see exactly how I looked. Imagine my surprise when I didn’t recognize the person peering back at me. “Some mirror,” I thought, “He’s full of tricks.” Beckoning me to peer closer, I began to see flashes of my life, my hurts, my pains, playing like a movie, for anyone to see. Trying to turn away, yet glued to glass, tears streaming down my face, I found myself unable to turn away.
“No more running.” Is that really what I heard Him say? Shaking my head, there’s no way. No one would be so bold as to stop me in my tracks, show me such a sight, and give me such a directive.
“No more running.” I heard it again. “Stop running from the hurt, stop running from the pain. Stop running from the past, stop running from yesterday.”
He began to read me like a book. I longed to cover my ears, shut out the words. Was it the shame? Was it the pain? But I couldn’t. I didn’t dare. His words soft and loving. I knew that to move into the future, transition into my destiny, I had to cleanse my heart. I had to forgive. I had to forget. I had to release. That place in my heart, that no one knew existed, that place I reserved for “just in case” I had to remove. There was no longer a place for “just in case.” For that door was closed years ago.
There are some things we must let go of, some things we must cleanse ourselves of in order to be made whole. Of this I found a simple truth, the very thing from which I was running, I had made a home for inside my heart. There is no wonder I could never escape it. There is no wonder I was running, running, running, becoming so very tired, losing even myself.
Ever since he left, all those years ago, I made him a home, inside my heart. I tucked away the memories. I hid away the pain. I clinged to it for dear life. Because, one day he will return… He is not meant to return to me. Watching my life flash before my eyes, I see this ever so clear. I had not realized how fervently I awaited for him, closing off my heart. I release him from me. I release myself from him too. I have cleaned out that secret room in my heart and let him go for good.
Had I not been stopped in all my running, how far would I have gone? I am thankful for a God who loves me, and won’t let me go. With part of the battle down, another part to go, I won’t look back, I can’t look back, no matter what.
Yes, I’m a runner in some ways. In other aspects, my running days are over!
*Original Photo*
Runner and stayer in one here!
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Exactly! 😊
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Jessy, you really write from the bottom of your heart. Sometimes your post brings me in tears. Although I have never experienced what you have had gone through. Great post again.
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I do write from my heart, I am glad that I am able to portray myself in my writings. You have encouraged me. So, thank you very much!
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Powerful.
While reading this, I was thinking about Lion King when Scar killed mufasa and blamed Simba and Simba was running away from the past.
Sometimes we thinking running away is letting go but what is does is running away from what cause us pain will chase right after you like a magnet.
It’s hard to let go and it hurts more to hold on. To let go is to face the thing that caused you pain by letting the person that caused you pain that you were grateful for the good times and you forgive that person for the bad times then you thank God for allowing the person in your life for a season then you slowly walk.
Slowly walking away is better than running because running is rushing the pain to go away and when you run away and rush it, you realize that miss something for rushing.
Slightly take your time and walk away and 9/10 times you won’t miss anything because you appreciated the time already when you was around.
Like blogs like these 😁😁
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As always thank you for commenting! I understand what you are saying. In my earlier posts, I mention how my blog began, my ex-husband walked out and never returned, with only the clothes on his back and shoes on his feet. I was later served divorce papers, which we handled through lawyers. I have had no contact with him again. For me I have been on a journey of healing. One thing he had said to me in a text message, before the divorce was that I “didn’t fight hard enough for him.” I blamed myself for a very long time. This is how I found myself swinging on a pendulum between love and loss. Thanks again!
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I went through a similar situation.
I can relate to this very well.
Thanks for responding back
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No problem. Yes, I went through several of your posts… It can be difficult to understand, writing is a wonderful outlet.
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