Life is running wounded, because unless we stay alone in a stall, we'll tangle with the barbs of circumstance, love, and humans. Godly life is remembering, even wounded, we can run and live and love.A lot of this post resonated with me, including:
I long-ago quit worrying (most of the time) about who God moves in and out of my life.I have also quit worrying (most of the time) about who God moves in and out of my life. I've known a lot of people, some casually, some deeply. Some I still talk to. Others have gone their own way. But I keep leaving the stall, running, living, loving.
Peace be with you. There is peace in wild things, in movement, as well as in rest.