The doona's off. Freezing. Mum's already on her way. I get changed as quickly as possible. Hands are shaking. Off to the toilet. Headphones in. Brace myself. Open the front door...NOW it's freezing.
One step out and I'm running. My mum had a head start and it's my goal to catch her. She walks, I run. Only thing is... she walks at the speed of light. Change the song. Turn up my Jesus music. It's dark, the stars are still out. I'm in a world of my own. My step's are steady in motion.
I'm running the race. My day is now set in motion. Something catches my eye to the left. A stunning white single rose in full bloom. Massive. In the middle of heaps of twigs and brown bush. I want to be that rose. I want to stand out with an inner beauty...not by doing anything spectacular. But just by being who I was created to be.
The race is still on. I haven't stopped yet. Half way up the hill and I spot my target. Yeeeew! Run harder. Steady breaths. It's hurting- keep persisting. Damn she walks fast.
Caught. Not my PB. But still good. We keep trekking on. A smile on my face.
Each morning puts my day in perspective: I get up early not just for exercise. But with a deeper intention. My mum's salvation means everything to me. As i physically walk with mum at early hours of the morning, I am reminded of my purpose. Each morning I still wake up to many of my close family and friends facing an eternity without God. My heart, focus, prayers get aligned with God and I set out into the day ready to be His hands, feet and mouth. My mum and I walk together physically but spiritually there is something much more powerful going on.
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