This evening stayed relatively mild even after dark and I went for went for the best run that I have in months. Definitely the best one yet this year.
While listening to Moby and making my second of five laps around the road that encircles campus, I had a thought and was really overwhelmed by God's mercy on my life.
I've so often chosen to live in despair instead of faith, to be sad over the people who are not in my life and bitterly push away those who still are, and generally do my best to destroy myself in ways that I can't even go into on here but could be summed up in the words of one well known artist as "following death and all of his friends."
So I'm not quite sure where my line of reasoning came in, or if there even was one, but it came to me while I was running that it is amazing that in spite of everything above I could still, on this evening, be doing something like running that I enjoy so much.
Regardless of how I feel or don't feel most of the time, God has given me so much grace.