A Runner Prays

As I laced up my shoes for a run this morning, stepped out in the pre-dawn and listened to the symphony of singing birds, my thoughts and prayers turned to the horrific events at the Boston Marathon. 

The images are startling and mesmerizing. But as long as we replay the images, we can’t begin to solve the problems left in the wake of these events.  

I pray that each of those affected has the courage to open their eyes today. I pray they have the strength to refuse to sink into the depths of despair or the bitterness of why has this happened. I pray that God’s love lifts their sorrow.  

I pray that they lean on God’s enduring love and care and find relief and wholeness. I hope they rise and discover greater strength and grace.  

I pray that they can find a path to forgiveness. It does more than bind the unseen wounds. Forgiveness is strength. It doesn’t excuse the wrong committed, it brings freedom to the forgiver as well as, a greater and faster capacity to heal. 

As I watched the sun rise over the treetops it reminded me that the light reveals a new day. May each one stand, walk and run again with God as their strength, courage and joy.