I really do miss my morning runs so much. There is this deep longing to let my legs do their job, to push myself to the limits, while enjoying the cool breeze racing through my hair. I was feeling rather upset with myself for not be able to qualm that urge in me to just go for a run. It does not feel good to be cooped up in the house all day long after school, and the desire keeps growing, especially when I see my friends running.

In retrospect, I realised something about this desire. Why can't we all long for Jesus in our lives the way I long to run, the way we all long for things of this earth. Is not Jesus greater than all of these?

I made a choice today, hopefully in His will. All these things happen for a reason, for a greater plan.