Cemetery's and the Author

Running, on a cold day, in a cemetery- may sound pretty creepy to some. To me, its quite wonderful. I love cemetery's and I am really thankful for cooler weather to run in. There is this beautiful cemetery over on Troost next to the "Y" I enjoy working out at. 

"Why I love cemetery's and running," may be a subject for another day... but there I was, on Monday, loving every minute. My mind was reeling as I thought back on my day and the anxiety I have become so familiar with was creeping in. 

The following is my internal conversation: 

"Diane, what are you going to do when you graduate?" 

"I don't know.. I don't know... I mean, I could youth pastor or become a superstar or ... I don't know... " 

"Will you be in Kansas City and getting to enjoy this place next year?" 

"Don't know."  

"Diane, don't you think it would a good idea to get it together and have a plan." 

"Umm...ya... of course- would be nice. But that is never how my life has worked. I have never known ahead of time where I am going before I arrive there. This time probably won't be much different." 

And then, as if someone graciously saved me, literally, from myself- I remembered the words in a verse I knew. "The Author and Perfecter of Our Faith". Hmmmm.... so you mean, I am not the writer of the plot, the scribe of the play, the author of the story? 

With this new thought it was as if the One who loves me best said, "No, these concerns are not yours. Don't hold on to what is not yours. I am your Author. I will perfect you. Be still. Be strong. Wait. Your Faith is good and right. Good and right. Good and right. Believe". 

Oh, I want to. For this One who knows me best, is my favorite Author.