The One Place I Learned to Wrestle With God and Dared to Say My Name Come, let us build ourselves a city, with a tower that reaches to the heavens, so that we may make a name for ourselves. (Genesis 11:4a) I will make you into a great nation, and I will bless you; I
I wrote my last running post approximately two years ago, right before the beginning of the end of my running days. Indeed, just a few months later, I grew weary and stopped running. Next time you hear from me, I will be sharing why my running came to a halt, and how God has been
My racing days are over, at least for now. But reviewing, rewriting, and editing some of my old running posts has begun to stir within me a new hope and joy, not only in my running, but in all gifts where I meet God and enjoy his pleasure. Join me again today as we continue
“One of the reasons I love to run is because in it God has given me the gift of contentment.” I wrote those words five years ago when I came to the realization that running was a precious gift. I took the gift and learned to welcome its life lessons, hear God’s voice, and take
The one place I have learned I can’t do it all alone As a self-proclaimed textbook introvert, I have typically functioned under the assumption that alone is always better. I have the perfect part-time job in an office where I can go for days without seeing more than a single person. When I cook,
[et_pb_section admin_label=”section”][et_pb_row admin_label=”row”][et_pb_column type=”4_4″][et_pb_text admin_label=”Text” background_layout=”light” text_orientation=”left” use_border_color=”off” border_color=”#ffffff” border_style=”solid”] The one place where I learn that I can do hard things This post is dedicated to and written for all of my fantastic “frunners” from my local chapter of Moms Run This Town, a group of women whose dedication, wisdom, and encouragement inspire