I saw myself in the kitchen window, the grey of rain darkened and made the glass a mirror.
I laughed, ha! surprised by my reflection. My hair was flat against my forehead, unattractive, like cafeteria lady or a shower cap.
I didn’t expect it, I thought it was just a misting rain, the driveway puddles barely rippled by the sprinkle.
I took a chance and the weather changed.
I was oblivious to the shower and ran without stopping all the way up the hill.
Ran with just a slight nod to the concerned neighbor who paused and the one turning in and braking, unsure whether I might be relieved by their allowing me to jump in.
I never slowed my rhythmic steps.
My face straightforward with the rain.
“But they who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint.”
Isaiah 40:31 ESV
No change in the depth of my breath, no adjustment of my pace or my mindset.
No thinking of not go on.
The rain showered cold against my face as I tucked my phone in a pocketless place, steady sound piping through thin cords swaying as I pushed on through.
In my ears, a chorus, “Break every chain, break every chain…
Break every chain.”
Sloshing through the puddled grass, I was back home, burst back in
Unchained and wet,
unfettered by the rain.
Its breaking of my chains.