More than Oxygen.

My Nike-clad feet feel the firm trusted pavement under its soles as my body sprints through a dripping forest inhaling freedom and exhaling worry, frusteration, and sorrow. Doubt evaporates like sweat off my skin, and the afternoon breeze wisps my bangs into a dance of freedom. The human heart is a fancy thing- it desires to keep up with the body's life-jog. To enjoy the all-nighters my body spends analyzing the femur and the patella; to delight in the early mornings my body attempts to embrace; to fall in love with the science-based subjects I throw myself into at school- but the heart cannot always do these things. Instead it beats to a different drum, delighting in it's own God-given likes and dislikes.

Heavenly Father, I beg you. As my body fights for oxygen on a long run through the trees, force this romantic heart of mine not to fight for things I painfully cannot have, and protectingly shouldn't.

How I wish this didn't have to be.