The Song You Sing

I was going for a jog along the Truckee River this week. I only jog when the weather is too foul to ride my bike, so I was a little perturbed. It was beginning to snow heavily, the peaceful, quite snow that falls straight down. My mind was reeling that day with the crazy spin that only a true “Type A” personality experiences. It seemed I was looking back on some things from the past that didn’t make sense and was also quite concerned about some things in the future. I have been doing some real inventory lately after finishing Donald Miller’s latest book A Million Miles in a Thousand Years.