My second "run"

Falling snowflakes, a light cold breeze, the hazy and muted grey tones of an overcast morning...

In all of my color coordinated glory, I ran all the way around the circle, from start to finish, and then went around again...

The fire engine red of my goretex jacket matched perfectly with the red of my frozen nose, rivaling even Rudolph's, and the almost lumiesent red of my burning calves as I struggled up the final hill. It was like the slow-motion replay of a flaming red comet...

For the sake of accuracy, I didn't run up the hills on the second time around because all of that physical exertion was a severe distraction to my moments of insight...

As I was struggling up the final hill, a single snowflake fell on my black, knit glove. The detail of the crystals was exquisite. Snow is so common and yet each snowflake is unique. I felt the impression that God was saying, in the same way, I am unique and I need to fulfill the plans and purposes that I was created for.

I don't make sense to many people, sometimes not even to myself.

The desires of my heart were planted by God and I have a desire to change the world.