Unwritten

I kid you not. The following happened to me today, the fourth day in May ...

Maybe I should rewind and let you in on my final prayer before I fell asleep last night. I asked God for strength, and I prayed for people who I know that need strength. I tried to pray for others instead of myself. I said I was going to wake up and feel a new sense of strength. Call it a self-fulfilling prophecy, but that's just exactly what happened. I felt wonderful. 

I was tired of being unproductive and sulking in the results of recent events, and I worked through my day with a genuine smile on my face, checking off the things that had been building on my to-do list for the past two weeks. 

Whether at my desk or in my car, I had music on, and I chuckled as I heard Keith Urban's Stupid Boy. On my way home from work, I found myself lost in the lyrics of Amy Grant's new song Better Than a Hallelujah. 

Without thinking about the weather or how far I would go, I threw on my running clothes, jammed my headphones into my ears, and set off on a run the moment I got home. By the time I reached a fork in the road, it started to rain. Would it sprinkle or would it pour? Should I go short or run long? I chose to take the route that would end back home after five miles. Of course it began to pour. I smiled to myself because the running seemed to get easier the more I pushed. 

Just as I rounded up one of the last hills before the homestretch, Natasha Bedingfield's Unwritten came on my iPod. I couldn't believe the words I was hearing as the rain was literally dripping off my nose and soaking through my shirt. It was an omen. It was a nod from God. Whatever it was, it was perfect. Absolutely perfect.   Read the following and correct me if I'm wrong. Oh what a glorious day! 

I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined
I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

Oh, oh, oh

I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines
We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
The rest is still unwritten
The rest is still unwritten

Oh, yeah, yeah