11Apr 19, 2013
The minute I see the buses, my throat gets thick, before I’ve even spotted my son in the crowds of children clotting the walkways. I’ve come to cheer him on, to acknowledge that he works hard and pushes through. Â I want him to see me there waiting, watching. Â “Run, Adam. Â Run!” Â I will shout his […]
12Jan 25, 2013
Okay, listen: Â whatever you feel like doing, do the opposite. It’s a war strategy, really. Â It’s your secret weapon when the taunts come sharp and deadly, when your enemy thunders toward you, when the ground trembles with the assault. Â It’s what I’m learning to do when I face defeat, weariness, complaint, anger, bitterness, pride, fear; […]
13Jan 4, 2013
Quarter till midnight on New Year’s Eve, the night dark and chilly, and somehow the stars that always twinkle just there, where He placed them, look like other-worldly confetti, like polished sterling fresh from the Refiner’s fire, scattered wide, celebrating glory. Â I glance up and I know deep: this new year is all His too. […]
14Aug 24, 2012
Five o’clock and the day gasping, my children hang on me like satellites in orbit.  I stand at the sink, rubbing green beans between my fingers in a colander, the water rushing over, warm.  For a breath—just one—I wonder about where these beans grew–what close field, the color of the soil, the smell.  I wonder whose […]
15Jul 6, 2012
First light. I sit on the porch facing the street, salt glaze on my finger tips, the house silent behind me. I peel back the skin of a banana, staring at the collection of water bottles at my feet. For a moment, I feel jealous of everyone inside, sheets laying lightly on their skin, sleep […]
16Apr 20, 2012
Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us (Hebrews 12:1). The night before my first half marathon, I had a dream: Twenty minutes late, and […]
17Apr 13, 2012
I’m back from a run, my pulse still elevated, sweat dripping. “Mom? Â You’re sweaty.” Riley’s voice rises from the living room, where she sits waiting on me, her pencil moving over a workbook in her lap. Â Before I leave, every run, she asks me where I’ll be running, rehearses the steps with me street by […]
18Feb 17, 2012
Source: healthyfitandtoned.tumblr.com via Elysa on Pinterest Won’t you come and run with me? Â The skies are blue, the sun warm and guilding life with gold, the road open with possibility. I am a runner. Â And it teaches. And I’m not trying to be dramatic about it, but the truth is this: Â I never believed I […]