I have had a lot of time lately, in training for the half marathon, to be lost in my own thoughts. Sure, it started out as me wanting to get into better shape. But it has evolved over the last several months and, now, it's not about running or getting into shape. Instead, I find myself longing for the time that I get to run and be lost in my own thoughts. Trying to get outside of my head can sometimes lead me into the darkest corners inside my head.
That can be a scary place to be.
But, as I've been running, thinking, and trying to recall information I've been studying in school, I keep returning to the same simple thought....Heavenly Father knows ME!
He knows me. He knows my fears (and there are many), my weaknesses (still even more), what brings me the most joy, why I do the things I do, why I struggle and what makes me HIS daughter. I may not even understand why I do some of the things I do, but He does.
He allows me to struggle in hopes of me asking Him for help. He allows me to experience the lowest of lows, so that I can appreciate and savor the highest of highs.
This week accompanied many lows and even a few highs. Each new day that starts is a chance for me to have His Spirit with me and to live my life accordingly. I may not get it right on any given day (most often I don't, believe me), but He grants me the same chance day after day after day all in the hopes that I will remember my heritage and that I truly am a daughter of God, who loves me and I Him.
I am grateful for this simple thought that replays itself over and over in my head as I run my miles each day. Many days and often times it is that thought and not my music that keeps me running. How could I not be grateful for that?
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