The Bridge

Standing on a bridge looking both ways and wondering which to take. The way you came is only a short jog to safe land, known territory, and familiar people. The other way is too far off to know whether it's worth the long run, and storm clouds are rolling in. But there is a third option...the free fall over the edge. If you have a fascination for falling, it seems the best option. Plummeting into cool waters below. But do you know the true depth of the river below? Is it full of rocks that could kill you or is it so deep it that the current would sweep you away to another state? So what do you do...Jump? Run? or Jog? Jumping is easy. You can jump anyday of your life. Running takes perseverance, conditioning...people will think you are crazy. Especially when you are a sprinter--a person who doesn't deal with the chaos and threatening well. The thing about a sprinter though, is that the rain doesn't bother them, but the hurdles slow them down. make them run for distance and it takes them a little longer than most. And jogging....it's a complete bore to a sprinter. They long to get out ahead of everyone else, to have to open lane ahead of them, to be alone, or at least feel like it. So again what do you choose? Another option is to balance on the edge of the bridge and wait for the next person passing to push you over the edge--technically you didn't jump right? It'll take longer to get to the other side that way. Choose! quick! The storm clouds are rolling in... I choose to run. It's the scenery that gets me. The fellow runners I see coming back the other way, the new hills that emerge half way there, the sunset to my left that reminds mind of a moon soon to rise, and finally a million stars that make me feel incredibly small in this world...on this bridge...with Him by my side and the fresh cool air in my lungs. It's going to be worth the run because afterall I am a sprinter...I live for the few moments that I get to be in my own lane without the confusion, judging, and stress.