The Laugh/Cry and the Run/Cry

My daughter and I like to watch movies together...
One genre in particular always elicits the same response...
Time travel movies.
Not the "Back to the Future" kind of movies.
I'm talking "About Time" and "Time Travelers Wife" types of movies...
The romantic heart-wrenching kind...
And at the end, as the credits roll, we look at each other and begin to laugh...
Wait, no...cry.
No...laugh.
And before we know it, we're laughing hard and crying with wrenching sobs...
My husband peeks into the den to see if we're all right.
We're not.
But he rolls his eyes and walks away.
This is the best way to handle it.
If he were to say ANYTHING...
He would be pummeled by "STOP IT!" and "LEAVE!"...
When two women are laugh/crying, it's best to leave them to their emotional upheaval.
They want to wallow in their hysteria alone...together...without a smidgen of testosterone in the vicinity.
We realize how crazy it must look...
We don't care, but we can laugh at ourselves.
And we say over and over...
"That was so sad!"
Then we laugh some more.
After a few minutes, it turns from a laugh/cry into more of a laugh.
Then we're done and we add the movie to our favorites list.
The run/cry is a completely different animal.
I experienced it today.
I hadn't run in 3 weeks...yes, 3 (three) weeks.
I've been busy.
Life has been crazy.
So today, I decided I could break away and run.
I was nervous.
My body was non-athletic for 47 years.
My greatest fear is that after a few weeks of inactivity (although it was very active inactivity),
It will decide to rest on what it's known for the longest...
That it will thumb it's nose at all of my efforts of the last couple of years and go back to the beginning.
So today, I PRAYED I could run my usual 2.8 mile course without stopping...hills and all.
I began.
My breathing was more labored than usual...darn it.
I knew if I gave it some time, it would fall back in line...
It did.
Whew.
As I ran, I listened to my iPod...
Thankfully, Needtobreathe was first and foremost in the shuffle...
All of my favorites made the cut...
I kept going.
As I conquered the last hill, I likely could have passed myself walking...
But I kept that spring in my step.
And as the grade leveled off, "Signature of the Divine - Yahweh", one of my favorite songs, began.
Here are the lyrics:

Cathedrals have tried in vain
To show the image of your face.
But we are, by your design,
The signature of divine.

We'll always sing your name.
Forever and today.

Yahweh, Yahweh...
Great is your glory when you go before me
Oh, we sing...
Holy, Holy...
Your ways are lovely. So high above me.
Yahweh

The fortunes of kings and queens
Are wasted chasing what we've seen.
Cause we are, by your reprieve,
The beauty framed by your suffering.

We'll always sing your name.
Forever and today.

Yahweh, Yahweh...
Great is your glory when you go before me
Oh, we sing...
Holy, Holy...
Your ways are lovely. So high above me.
Yahweh

Take me, and pull me through.
Cause I can't move without you.
I won't leave you alone, you say.
It will be okay.

Yahweh, Yahweh...
Great is your glory when you go before me
Oh, we sing...
Holy, Holy...
Your ways are lovely. So high above me.
Yahweh.
Yahweh, Yahweh...
Great is your glory when you go before me
Oh, we sing...
Holy, Holy...
Your ways are lovely. So high above me.
Yahweh

Ancient of Days...
Yahweh!

As the song played, I rounded the corner to my car and (why did I park so far away?) touched it...that's the rule...touch the car.
The chorus began as I slowed to a walk and I teared up...(thankfully no one was around.)  
I'd run the entire way.
Not far to most.
A marathon to me.
"Yahweh, Yahweh
Great is your glory
You go before me"
My hands went up.
I'm not usually a "raise your hands up in praise" kind of girl.
Today I was.
It's amazing what God cares about...what He will help us do...
Little things in the big picture...
Big to us, therefore, important to Him too.
I praised Him as I stretched.
"Oh I sing
Holy Holy
Your ways are lovely
So high above me
Yahweh!"