I woke up one morning early on a farm in Vermont with this melody on repeat in my head. I was there with friends for a weekend songwriter’s retreat. So often creativity only comes when we have ‘white space’ or margin enough to let it out. If we are over scheduled, over committed, overly efficient in our daily lives, often we don’t have the breathing room to remember our basic human-creative-embodied selves.
This is a song about running. The embodied, gritty meandering journey of our lives comes down to our two feet on the pavement. And somewhere in this adventure, we realize that in all this, we are being pulled along toward God’s affectionate and ultimate embrace. And when we’ve run the race, love will bring us home.