You can’t break away from it.
That thirst–that insatiable wretched beautiful thirst–it calls to you like a siren.
It doesn’t matter where you are or what you are doing, it will attack you without warning…calling out to you, tugging at the deep sacred conclaves of your inner being:
And once you’ve satisfied that craving, even if momentarily, it will hunt you down like a hungry wolf until you come to terms with it again.
Your soul KNOWS you need pain. It KNOWS you need to struggle. God Himself KNOWS you need to feel the utmost discipline to find true satisfaction.
You want it nonstop.
But instead of breaking the beautiful Americana quilted pattern, you stay your charted course– fraying up the fabric only every now and then–enough to feel tattered and beaten, but certainly not broken.
Are you scared or are you smart?
Will you ever really find your calling? Can you ever come face to face with the wild “free spirit” you’re created to be? …reckless abandon wreaks havoc on your brain.
You’re a double-minded woman, but there’s hope for you yet…
You will live with a mask: hiding your daring secret of lust for the mess and the dirt.
You will sneak away before dawn, to drink your pain under the moon.
You will conceal your bloodied and broken knees on Sundays–to save face–knowing that your dance in the dirt brought Him a smile anyway.
You will wash away your long hours of sweat, mud, and tears by nightfall, but your canvas will never fully dry.
…and you’ll do it all while questioning satisfaction, until you dig deep enough at yourself to remember…
You’re a mustang. You’re a wild raging stallion hidden among a never ending supply of thoroughbreds.
Deep down you know you like it that way….you know it.…because while your heart yearns to soar among thousands of unchained hooves, your will and your grit remains unchallenged behind the gates.
Wild…Free…Meant to be?
You can taste it. Sometimes.
But you can’t….ever…really…have it.
And that tortured craving just might keep you hungry enough.
“the funny thing about survival is that all we want when we’re stuck out there is home.”
PS. Ack. Wow. Couldn’t sleep…Haven’t posted on a whim like that in ages! Go ahead and take a stab at what you think this post meant! But to be honest, I wont tell you if you’re right or wrong ;)…. Ha.
So.. I’m going to California to run THIS next week. And guess what? it’s not a 100 but its LONG! 81 miles long! I’m bringing Amber & introducing a new friend -Ange! We will run the entire 81 miles together. Then Amb and I are road tripping up the coast to run & visit a friend. I can’t wait to share another story with all of you. Leave your thoughts below! I love to hear from everyone. ~Ash