Shaliah Armstong and I following 13.1 miles
An exercise in the spirit, the mind and the body as we pound out the mysteries of God with each beat our foot takes.
A simple task of the mundane becomes holy ground where angels fear to tread.
We speak of the things we know, and make speculations on the things we will never understand. With each gasp for breath, our physical bodies scream and want to quit, but we must endure, just as we urge these spirits that groan inside us, inwardly waiting for full redemption, to endure. To hope. To have patience.
We speak of the hard things. The things that sometimes we would only talk about with bated breath. Love, and pain. Sometimes we just run, but know that the presence of the other is critical to keep us moving.
Thank you for your presence.
1 comment:
geez i wish i had time to read this stuff. the truth is i am writing my last dumb final before "It is finished" can be proclaimed. i am exhausted. the move is over at least family starts to arrive tomorrow for the big day and I am sooo nervous. and all for a diploma. geez. thank God I am not getting married, I'd probley have diaherea.
nice picture of you:) cute metal (medal).
steph
PS i asked someone for forgiveness yesterday. . .that was hard. . .you should try it
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