One of the benefits of running for me is that one hour am afforded away from the humdrum of my busy days on Main Street. I get transported into an almost transcendental state. I pray. I meditate. I worship. I actually sometimes get startled when I come to, and see the road ahead of me.“I feel like my life is a movie that’s almost over, and I haven’t even bought the popcorn yet.”That’s what was on my mind this morning as I run; the words of a middle-aged businessman, just like me. I had a long sobering conversation with him yesterday. After being waterboarded by bad news after bad news, he is deciding to pull the parachute cord. “I don’t want to have to wait too long,” he confided in me. “I don’t want to crash into the trees.”When you have come to the end of yourself, and the odds are stacked up against you, what do you do?Towards the end of my run, the words of an old hymn came rushing in: “When we have exhausted our store of endurance / When our strength has failed ere the day is half done / When we reach the end of our hoarded resources / Our Father’s full giving is only begun.”When we are walking the dark lonely streets, when we question what “this” is all about (insert what that is for you), our generous God affords us His inexhaustible reserves of courage, and the wherewithal to do His will where He has called us.PS. You can cash that promissory note at your local bank.