Most of the time these jogs and time alone (after running with the doggies, that is.) are rather sentimental, nostalgic, reflective.
I went to my usual personal-time spot, it's a sit-up gym bench.
I've teared a few times lying there..
Different seasons in life.
This time, laid there and stared to the skies. Lovely weather.
Had my ipod on... went over to the swing in the park, I was kinda oversized for that swing... but yeah, anyway, didn't really care. The swingy feeling reminded me of the time when I was much younger. Remembered being a pretty tomboyish rough kid, I loved swinging on swings, like really high up. Sometimes even letting go of my hands...
I am quite amazed by the innocence and obliviousness of being a child, swinging up high at almost 90 degrees up the air.
Then one day, I did the same thing and fell off the swing. I hit the left side of my head. it bled. I don't know the severity of the damage caused, really. Sometimes I don't know whether this incident could have caused that cyst in my brain which caused occasional blank spells during my growing days in High School. Most doctors say it may not have caused it. But I only remembered this was the only occasion hitting my head.
Sometimes I wonder whether things would be different if this never happened. Maybe it's got nothing to do with this.
I think what made a difference is that I found God. Through my struggles and imperfection, even physically.
Whether it was the fall that caused this imperfection, it does not matter.
Most importantly, when I sat on the swing, swinging back n forth today, when the wind brushed over my face...I felt freedom, that I am free.
Because when I fell, love came down and rescued me........
Been listening to this song over and over again for the past few weeks...
"Love Came Down" , by Brian and Jenn Johnson
Side note, I hope I'll be able to experience that with my partner someday.
I really should pick up an instrument.
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