I ran my usual running route backwards yesterday. Instead of starting down the hill toward the lake, I started in our park, then headed up the hill away from the lake. Wow. Although my dog Pippin was befuddled by the reversal, I smiled and thanked God.

Why?

Because reversing the route enabled me to see the sun rise–a big orange ball the size of a mountain on the pink horizon. To think I’ve been running here nearly two years and missed it!

Sometimes we get stuck in routine, don’t we? How about asking the Lord today to befuddle you? To reverse your path. Be willing to do something opposite or topsy turvy and see what surprises await you.

Happy Running Backwards, y’all!